Trapped in the madhouse that is my mind,
I hide in the only safe place I can find...
I hide inside my panic room
It's small.. not much here;
But it's safe and familiar... it's home.
And I don't come here very often...
I only hide when the demons get too loud,
Or when I get too close to breaking inside...
When I need to escape myself,
I read a book to run to my panic room...
I listen to music to drown out my screams and cries...
I write to let my feelings free.. (it's the only way I can scream)
I mean, I like my panic room.. honestly, I do.
I mean, it's safe and warm.. but I hate that I even needed one!
I lose a piece of myself every time I leave this place...
When I escape the madhouse.. when I leave my panic room...
But honestly, it's a necessary sacrifice...
Because as they say, "No one can hide forever.."
So I guess its time to leave.. time to escape.. my panic prison
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
