Trapped in My Mind

It all starts in the mind…
But what if the mind feels like a prison?
Locked doors, no key, just me.
Echoes of voices that won't let me be.
Shadows stretch long in these corridors of doubt,
Screaming in silence, but never let it out.
Pacing these thoughts like a worn-out track,
Every step forward keeps pulling me back.
Bars made of memories, chains forged in fear,
A life sentence handed by the face in the mirror.
But what if this cage ain't built in stone?
What if the warden is me… alone?
Maybe these walls were never real,
Just the weight of wounds I never healed.
The mind is a maze, but I hold the map,
A spark in the dark—no turning back.
So I inhale deep, exhale slow,
Breathe in release… it's time to let go.
It's time to let go.