I live in a gory prison
Engineered of my own anguishes
It's windows and the doors for a glimpse of hope fortified with a loud complex bickerings of my brain
In this prison
I am the queen
But a victim of my own rescue mission
I have no where to run
No how to escape
I am shackled in a spiral of freezing anxieties, doubts, hurdles and deceit
My attempts, like bullets,, hollow and cripple my spine
Along the path to my freedom lay stumbles painting a star light of fear
Fear to summon courage
Fear to command strength
Fear to engage the powers beyond
Fear...
Fear to feel worthy
To feel sane - again
To feel safe - again
To be in control - again
I cannot escape
I am suffocating in my own  making of a mental prison
Drowning in my own fears
This queen's existence hives me
I am a queen, though enslaved in my own design of a gory prison