plan B

this room is a prison cell
don't panic
don't make a sound
just worry
worry that no one will ever love you
worry that no one will ever notice your existance
dream of dreams you know will fail because
you're not worthy enough to even try
the windows barred shut
you can't get out
but how could you
you're imprisioned
forever
casting shadows of doubt in around and about everything you do
there's some suicidal instruments
for the ever inconspicuous "plan b"
but no not yet
make them panic first
make them pay
and play with their emotions
and their guilt
see if you can recognize a hint of worry or anguish in those nearest you
see if anyone cares at all
just sit there in your own room
that you've made your prision
no one is keeping you locked away
no one is preventing you from doing anything your heart desires
just life in it's humble irony
but that's it
but that's just it isn't it
only you can control your life
only you can prevent forest fires
who knew
who knew back then that it would end in panic
and worry
and self loathing
and fear
of even leaving your abode
your own home
but no one ever kept you here
but your own cowardace and fear.