Trapped- prevented from escape
I am trapped. No escape. I live in my mind. Outside it is hate and judgement. Inside is me, alone with my thoughts. I am told that everything is ok. I am told that this is just a rough patch. But what happens when I can't move. I can't escape it. I am trapped inside myself, trying to hold a door shut as it is destroyed by everything outside. The fear pushes at the door, the hate scratches at it; the stress smashes into it, the anxiety kicks at it. Yet the door to my mind stays closed. Sometimes, it should open, when things like friendship and opportunity knock at it. Yet even then, the soul inside me holds the door on a deadbolt. I am trapped. There is no escape from the world. I am trapped.
BINABASA MO ANG
Collapsing
RandomA series of short writings describing what's going on around and inside my mind.
