Isolationism

I am going insane inside this cell

Sitting alone all movement is still

This straightjacket lays tight around my heart

It grows so cold in this lonely dark

The empty asylum these tears I dry

Hoping one day Ill be free, in my mind

This poem is about: 
Me

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