I’m trapped amongst these padded cells.

Grey cushioned walls rising up, besieging me;

Barred windows revealing a macrocosm of beauty.

They offer me painfully discouraging glimpses

Of a world I so yearn to feel binded to.

And here I sit… alone within this dispondent place -

My connections withheld from the world outside.

I can see from these bars your ambition to help,

And I want to believe your hopeless illusions,

But how can I trust you, a questionable outsider?

When these walls and bars, these countless cells,

They question your truths, feed me their lies -

Lies that comprise of these thoughts in my head.

I fight alone here in this place I claim my own.

Fists pounding against cushioned grey matter,

Palms gripping onto barred axons and dendrites.

I continue the war against these thoughts, these lies,

Constantly, desperately, searching for an escape

From this despondent padded cell that is

My mind.