A Prisoner

Woke up this morning feeling my life had changed. I felt like a prisoner with invisible bars surrounding me. There seemed no way to escape the torment that I feel. My life seems to be forced by some unwanted guiding hand. Every move I make is scrutinised very carefully, no freedom of choice can be made. My life never seems to be my own. A shadow of despair hangs over me like a angry cloud, it follows me wherever I go, complains if I do things that are not what they would do. It’s like being a prisoner with a warder constantly at your side. You cannot even breathe without them being there. Life has become stifled and stolen, and there is little you can do. You wish you could go back, change a few things if you could, but you cannot and so you go on. Feeling like a prisoner with invisible bar surrounding you. 22September 2008