Hostage

My mind holds me a hostage
each time I attempt to cry for help
either oh, so subtly
or ever so bluntly.
And just as my lips part
with a swift jerk, it forces me back
pressing cold metal to my body
as it aggressively hushes me.
"No one will care, darling" it says
"no one will understand"
"let them tend to their own issues, as yours don't mean a thing."
It warns not to be bothersome as I can so often be.
So I'll shut my awaiting lips
every time
and lean back in it's grasp
as I let the feeling of dread overcome me.
I scream and kick and cry out in agonizing pain
as a smile takes place upon my face
because everything is wonderful
and no one would care if I was gone.
♠ ♠ ♠
2016