Trapped with the doubts in my mind
Can’t let it out, was taught well to hide
Even if it leads to the end of me
I did well never letting anyone see
Dont show it matters, that will only make it worst
Yet keeping it all inside feels like I’ve been cursed
No special skill, no use of any black magic
A form of forced silence that feels so tragic

How could I say I have no desire
That I’ve been feeling so empty and tired
Lost my joy, worth, and voice
Had them taken from me, even robbed me of my choice

Empty, I walk around as a shell
All I see is my own personal hell
Can’t even fathom how far I fell
Wish I had someone to tell
At least in hopes of feeling well
I want out my mind, out of the cell