My Own Prison

-dutchtulips-


I stand so high,
Though I blame myself for so much sin.
Sometimes I feel so worthless,
Like no matter what I do I can never win.
At times I dislike myself,
And there's this gaping hole inside of me.
So I throw myself into perpetual peril,
On a quest for a light I may never see.
Although I chose this responsibility,
I often wish it would go away,
Because it took my life so fast,
And has made all my dear ones pay.
I even walked away from the girl I love,
Making her so terribly sad.
Half of me knows it was partly right,
But half of me aches so awfully bad.
The pain of not being with her
And fighting these fires are never done,
So look at me now, standing here -
I've created my own prison.