Locked in a cage of my own making
with iron bars forged by fear, doubt, pain, and tears.
I hold the key to open the padlocked door
but every day the lock changes shape.
Just when I think the key fits and freedom is mine
a dark shrouded locksmith comes along.
He changes the lock and laughs at me
mocking my helplessness, taunting me in the darkness,
Throwing me crumbs of fleeting happiness,
making me believe I deserve the sweet tastes.
He takes every ounce of humanity from my being
and I am left empty once again.
I am my own captor.