Trapped

Trapped inside my head,
no one else can hear me.
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs,
now gasping for air on collapsed lungs,
voice hoarse, burned out from screaming,
not another word can escape
the choke-hold of my thirsty throat.
I’m the only one who can hear me.

Everything sounds good in my head
but outside my head,
it’s just a jumbled mess;
none of it makes sense.

Trapped In A Bottle

Often times,
I feel trapped…
an unwilling participant
in a slow suffocation death.
Trapped in a bottle.
A bottle…
with no room
to breathe or change position.

Hands tied with a vengeance.
Feet bound with a purpose.
Alone with me, myself & I.
Just lying there
curled up in a fetal position.
Soaked in tears;
my tears pouring down profusely.

Then all of a sudden,
the magnitude of my trapped mentality
hits me like a hurricane
and I start punching with all my might,
quarreling to break free
from the confines
of all the things
holding me hostage.

And, I scream;
purposely screaming out
at the top of my lungs,
so much that it hurts.
My voice a strange tone,
(my voice of reason fading)
but no one can hear me,
no matter how loud I scream,
the pain just echoes back.