Just a Pawn March 4 2011
All that I am is twisted into knotts,
my chest is heavy, I can't breath.
I am being smothered by my own fears,
somebody please come set me free.
Wishing I was free from the voices in my head,
and the constant screaming in my ears.
I pray for just a moment of silence,
to make them magically disappear.
It's always busy upstairs,
there is never a dull moment.
There is constant movement from sun up to sun down,
and my sanity has all been spent.
There's nothing left but the voices I hear,
my insanity has all control.
I'm just a pawn in a never ending game,
all of it is eating away at my soul.
I feel tied down by leather straps,
with there many commands I must follow.
Held capative by my own mental defects,
hold back all emotions don't ever let them show.
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2011
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