Prisoner of my soul.

I live life cautiously, because i know somewhere along this walk someone will be there to hinder my ability to get mine. There always is.. right? I do a little wrong here and there but i make up for it with deeds that come naturally to me. Thinking usually leads to disatisfaction, well for me. Negativeness never leaves sight. It's always there like a tail. Telling you all the macabre outcomes that can occur then you start to wonder the fuck did i even begin. blah blah blah im just bored... I am a prisoner of my own soul..

I love this poem x3

i am a prisoner.. a prisoner of my own soul
unable to express myself
like a picture on the wall
there.. but not actualy exisiting
my hands tied with secrets..
my mouth sealed with lies.
guilt as a hurdle, not letting me despumate
want to puke out this frustration that's within myself
feel so feeble, struggling to negotiate with my own conscience
my mind's manipulated, my soul corrupted
an onus to my very own being
just like a candle, finishing bit by bit
a force holds me back, whenever i try to escape
this life of hypocracy, insanity and pain
making up excuses.. fooling myself
not being able to let go.. ~
i am waiting.. waiting like a bird in a cage
waiting to be freed..-unknown.