Locked Up

I don’t know why but I feel sad. Most of my life I have felt alone. Not lonely, just alone. While I know this isn’t true I can’t help but feel it. I wish I could explain it.
Sometimes I feel so misunderstood.

Locked up
Boxed up
My mind is full
Fear
Panic
Sadness

Each grow manic
until I can’t
hear
Sight is clouded
by the unknown

Melancholic existence
is what has been grown
Can’t say the words
they never come out right

What is there for me
to find is
locked inside
My numbed up mind