My mind is a trap I’ll never be rid of,
and my thoughts are the punishment.
When people see me now they just scoff,
as though I’m not worth a penny or a cent.

One insult after another,
it’s a never-ending stream.
And there’s no one who even bothers,
so I go ahead, I sleep and dream.

Finally away from the voice in my head,
I try to relish the silence.
In a sleep so powerful as though I’m dead,
my thoughts return to me with violence.

I wake up with a jolt,
with acceptance of my worst fear.
And all comes to a halt,
as I admit that it never stops, it never ends, this life is my one and only hell.