Untitled Poem

Nothing is real
when you spend your whole life
 
in a box
I grip the bars
 
of my mind
locked in
 
and forever
trying to find
 
a way to stay hidden
beneath piles of tears
 
Walking the plank
like a sideshow act
 
my head has loose screws
jabbing into my neck
 
So I take the screwdriver
plunge it through
 
my eyes just so
I don’t have to live a lie
 
and then the images
die
 
But what is real
when you’re stuck in your mind
 
I drive my foot
through my head
 
and tear my way out
as I wish
 
to never be free
again