Trapped

I’m my biggest problem

I’m my very last hope

My patheticness is humbling

I still don’t know how to cope

My mind is always on the run

Yet my body stays forever frozen

I always find myself stunned

At the paths of which I’ve chosen

My best never seems good enough

My best self can’t compete

Every single day seems tough

My worst self is hard to defeat

Constantly in a state of depression

Even when life’s going well

It is a different kind of oppression

Being trapped in your own personal hell

I know things could be worse

But things could always be better

Thinking I’ll only find peace in a hearse

Only content when I’m six feet under

I think of all the people id leave behind

I think about their sadness

But if only they could read my mind

Witness my mind’s madness