My Prison Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

In this dream is a landscape.
Painted by the memories of the choices made.
From as a child throwing candy back at a parade.
To playing hiding and seek with roman candles.
Anything that allowed me to feel more alive.
Because I just felt so dead inside.
The way I was wired.
Looking to be inspired.
Creating so many different sunrises.
Always hoping it will drive the loneliness away.
But nothing sticks.
At times I've felt so slick.
But nothing lasts.
A tic tok of the clock and more time has parted.
Never able to form any meaningful attachments.
Feeling so worthless.
Grabbing the nearest bottle and taking one last swallow.
And off I go.
To the next form of entertainment.
An escape to the hate and resentment I feel.
Because that's not the way its suppose to be.
Stealing a destiny.
Wearing shoes that don't quite fit.
An uncomfortable habit.
Moving around like a wild rabbit.
Shaking loose the marbles that don't belong.
Another hit of some strangers bong.
Anything to reach that calm.
Writing another broken song.
Trying make the pieces fit.
Put on an orange jumpsuit just blend in.
But my caged bars are different.
They were built around me.
The prison of ones own mind.