caught in my own prison

everything i do
the words i write and say
the emotions i feel
the thoughts i have
it just seems to create a wall of judgement around me
it feels like i'm losing myself to the reflections of the walls
i never thought that even a small feeling could put me in such a situation
caught in my own prison
living the life sentence
it seems to me that my past will never let go.
willing unwilling
i never ever thought that you would even go
this prison's making me blind from the harsh reality of life


hohoho finished band camp like finally
nothing much happened nothing really interesting
Mst is still not really done.
and clar choir must practise i need a bass clarinet=s