The Battle Within

My mind is so prismatic, constantly thinking all erratic, the perfect cage, to hold the rage, but wait... I am all that it can hate, whilst inside it is trapped, I must find a way to adapt, but it makes me feel inept, maybe locking it away I will regret, I've lost it's skill, it bends my will, this is a deep battle that I can feel, within a loose free verse, shadow holds me to its curse, bound like a mothers purse, trying harder to just stop me, like the jail cell in monopoly, it screams self doubt, but I have no doubt, on creating rhyme schemes properly.