I admire the negativity of my jailer
She has a smile on her face
Showing me razor sharp teeth
She looks just like me, only cruller.
I know exactly how to leave this cell
I’m just not ready to yet
I know i'll be better for it,
It’ll be the start of my repairs
It will keep my skin scab free.
But my jailer keeps me going.
I desire the lunacy of it all
It pulls me like a magnet
Dragging me deeper into insanity.
I can’t look the other way, my eyes are glued to her smile.
Happiness hurts my soul.
The mundane of being a hero kills me.
The idea of being my savior makes me queasy,
Uncertainty lives on the other side of those bars,
The only guarantee being honesty
I like lying, I am happy here,
I walk right into my jailers arms
Remaining in this prison,
Prevailing as the only villain of my story
About the Creator
Alyce Willow
Hello, I am a young journalist and poet. I have dedicated the last few years to honing my writing skills and have found joy in using words to express my thoughts and emotions. Thank you for taking the time to read about my hyperfixations.
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Comments (2)
You have shared deeply personal and thought-provoking poem, which encourages us all to confront and understand our own inner struggles......
What a sad poem sounding like the person is not in jail, but in a mental ward and wants to stay.