A Prison

Trapped inside a solid ball
your mind is your prison.
Frantically clawing at the
glass walls
Your eyes dart over your surroundings.
You flinch at the slightest hint of noise.
Head tilted just so,
looking up at them.
You emit a pathetic complaint.
But they laugh,
and you are left trapped inside a
solid glass ball (it will not shatter)
Held firmly in place by
the shackles of your mind.





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