A Hell of My Own Design

The trap is set

The chains clamped tight.

I offer myself the solace of any prisoner

Freedom.

The chains bear down with every thought

The screech a grate upon the ears.

I made the choice to be here.

*screeeeech*

There is safety to be found in the monotony of this jail.

*cinch*

I can will myself to stand this,

I’m stronger than this hell.

But why must I be stronger than hell?

What am I trying to prove,

And to who?

Who am I living for if not myself?

Why must I always put other’s desires

Before my own

Others wishes more relevant than my own.

Trapped in a cell of my own making.

Imprisoned in a hell of my own design.

How must I build the key?

Through what choices will I fasten its cast?

Through what actions will I see it forged?

I have felt the sun upon my face once

And once again I will bask in its shine.

I will create my freedom