Prison of the Mind

My mind gets the best of me.
What can I do?
For some reason it changes my view.
Even on things I cannot see, it grabs a hold of my belief.
I want to scream and yell,
"Let go of my confidence, faith, and happiness!"
But, I never gather the courage to raise hell.
How can I escape for the inner prison my mind holds me in?
I guess only time shall tell.

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