Prison of My Own Making

Prison of My Own Making
Lost in a labyrinth
Which way should I turn
I think I should have turned right back there
Instead of turning left
Can’t see over or under
Don’t know where I’ve already been
Or if I haven’t yet

So tired, so confused
What horrible thing did I do
To warrant being tossed in here
To wander until I die
Because I have yet
To find a way out
Much less find anyone to join forces with

It’s getting dark
Fog is rolling in
I’m so alone
My clothes so thin
But I’d rather freeze
Than the alternative

Please, why can’t someone hear me
I’m begging you
I promise I’ll be good
I won’t give you an ounce of trouble
Ever again

Please just tell me where the exit is
The only thing I want to do
Is to find where some people are
I can’t take this anymore

I just need some company
Someone I can touch
Another voice to hear
Besides my own

Can’t anyone understand
When you’re alone so long
After a while
You start to have serious doubts
About your supposed sanity

But with no one around
How can you tell
If you are or not
Crazy that is

I never really thought it would come to this
But I guess this is what happens
When you put everyone else’s priorities
Ahead of what would be
The best thing to do for yourself
Because you mistakenly believe you don’t deserve it

But I believe this punishment
Is a bit extreme
Much more excessive
Even for a crime that’s been perpetrated so long
Than it could possibly warrant
After all I was the true victim
Not them

Maybe this is the culmination
Of my entire existence
One of my greatest fears is
To spend the rest of it
Alone and unloved

But please, not like this
Don’t leave me here alone
Trapped in the prison
Of my own making
Going around in circles
In the labyrinth
Of my imagination
Is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?