I'm alone, life is my dark cell

I am separated from happiness

I am separated from a sense of worth

Why do I live?

What is the purpose of my life?

I am shackled to self-doubt

I find no interest in the things others find important

I am an outsider

I am an outcast

My life is my own demise, yet not of my design

I do not feel I have any control

Over my life that this harsh world holds

Life to me is pointless

I feel as though I have no direction

Lost in a dismal world of negative introspection

Is my life in my hands?

Do I have any control over the paths I will tread?

Am I part of some pre-destined plan?

I strive for freedom and fulfillment

But my thoughts are eternally imprisoned

By that which I do not know

That which I do not understand

That over which I have no control

When I get my chance

When I see an opening through my despair

I will scale the wall of self-doubt

With my grappling hook of determination

I will strive to re-emerge as a free man

I wish to emerge with a clear mind

Yet here I sit in my own prison mind

Doing time...