• I am the sole inmate in a prison that I built.
    The gates are made out of my doubts.
    The walls are made of guilt.
    The ceiling's comprised of my failures crashing down on me.
    I wish that someone or something could come and set me free.
    Trapped beneath the rubble, It's difficult to move.
    Surrounded by the darkness.
    I know not what to do.
    Then I wake and look around.
    Walls are all I see.
    This is a prison for my soul.
    A prison built by me.