Deep, dark, scary the story I have to tell. The people I try to share my feelings with are clueless they don't understand what I'm saying or feeling. So I keep them locked up tight. Soldiery confinement is where I feel I am. I'm trapped with my scary, deep, dark thoughts. No one believes me no one listens or understands. They think I'm lying that I see and hear things. But I'm telling the truth, they are the ones that are wrong. Strapped in a straight jacket made up of my thoughts, and thrown in a room with bright flashing, flickering lights and padded walls. I crawl to the corner and close my eyes and hum really loud to try to knock them out. They think they are helping but they are way off. No one leaves me alone. They think they are healing me but really, they are hurting me. My thoughts are like knives cutting me deeper and deeper until they cut all the way through me. People cant heal that kind of pain. The pain my thoughts give me. Stuck in a web that truth has spun for me, that only gets bigger and harder to get out of by the lies people think I say.
