The Prisoners

I am a coward
So, I hide
my smile and speech

I feel dejected
So I drink
whiskey and validation

I was tired
Hence got high
on weed and attention

I wasn’t able to stand,
Then, I ran
into future and dreams

I was low,
on dopamine
I masturbate and sleep

I can’t find answers;
I start believing
in people and god

I seek opinion of others
I became a prisoner
of their judgment and my insecurity

Aren’t we all the same??

Published by DeceptiveMinds

To every soul who is reading this, by day we are two guys who drudge through the thing called life and by night we write about it.

14 thoughts on “The Prisoners

  1. I think we are all the same indeed. πŸ™‚ Watch out with that whisky and weed… and do get some more sleep too. There is always light at the end of the tunnel, even if sometimes the cave around is completely dark.

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  2. Beautiful and well-written! I can so relate. Years ago when I was young, I was the same- shy, hiding my personality because I was being bullied. But now I can talk to anyone. I’m confident and comfy in my own skin. Unfortunately for most, it takes getting older to come to this beautiful place of freedom. Thank you so much for this deep amd real post.

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