A prison in my mind
I sheild away my feelings
As I'm screaming for air
I want you near me but you're not there
In love with me ,but won't share what I've done to you
If I did something say something
Cause my mind is like a prison
And I'm prisoner
OI think I am fine and then I'm convicted
This what matters is the alittle more communciation
Not secret dissing
Makes me angry
Where I start throwing shit and get sentenced for more days
Years maybe
Let's hope you can change me.
About the Creator
Erica Williams
I am a knitter , crocheter and I love to write. i am bron and raised on the South Side of Saint Louis, Missouri ( Go Cards !!) aandddd I love writing poetry.
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