mind incarcerated


my mind is constantly bombarded:
jealousy
confusion
anger
trapped as if I were in a prison
tortured, Perpetually by inmates of:
insanity
overthinking
insecurity
doubt.
they’re mocking me
i just sit and stare
they continue dancing around me; taunting
purpose for this life is haunting

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