Self Made Prison

How does it feel to know you're the keeper of the keys?
keys that will free you from the prison of your mind
To know that all the talking, drugs, and therapy
mean nothing if you won't turn the key

How can it be that you're locked away
and your guard is only you
it is you that bang on the bars
screaming at yourself to let you out

How is it that you are so alone
in a world of 4 billion souls
that the mere nearness of another
makes you uncomfortable,sickens you

What events or evil has become your bars
How have you become so separated from life
The events are from the past and the evil continues
you built the prison to protect your self

you have removed yourself from life
locked away in a room alone
Talking to the world, and talking to no one
For they are just words on a screen

You have no real contact with people
A voice on a phone or words flashing on a screen
this is your Prison, One you and you alone must live
It has been built over years, most likely be your tomb

Scream at the top of your lungs no one but you will hear
You're alone, trapped, drowning in the silence, Dying a little each day
No one can help you from your self made prison
cold hard fact is You're the only one who can turn the key