The Door

Locked in a mental cage
My heart has begun to rue
Regretting the way I rage
Knowing not the depths of what I do
I'm a marionette on a stage
My retaliation has begun a coupe
The strings twist and bend
Testing my internal might
Our vessel is a power to lend
But my thoughts are locked away tight
Their power has no end
And mine is out of sight
Much like my mental conscience
I am etiquette blind
"Reasoning" is nothing but nonsense
My mind is one of a kind
Yet I remain a puppet-hence
Hence the fading me to find
I've lost myself over time
Like I'm stuck behind an iron door
To myself I chime
But solitude I've grown to abhor
Yet this time I have no choice
There is no longer a mind to voice

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