Confined

I belong in the ward
Thermometer In mouth
Wrapped in bandages
Doctors trying to figure me out

There ain’t no doubt
This ain’t contagious
But the symptoms
They don’t see what I can

Walls are closing in on me
So I can’t get any rest
Feels like this is how it’s meant to be
Thoughts hurting my chest

I got the dark circles
That no sleep can fix
Or pills, medications
My anxiety’s like trips

Scars in my mind
On the walls of the prison cell
Helpless as they take me
No release from this hell

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About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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