Frantic

Locked in my mind. Like an inescapable room . Nowhere to go. There is nothing to do. But yell until my lungs give out. I try and try to scream and shout. When I do, silence comes out. The madness is seeping out. This is it. I must have gotten to the point where there is no way out. I can't hide it anymore. It's finally taken all control. You better run and hide. The old me is not here anymore.