My own Prison

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been pounding
My fists against the wall
Trying to escape my prison
Railing against injustice
And unfairness
Everything that hurts me
Or seems to set me back
Was only trying to get me 
To turn around
I did not could not see that
So focused on the walls
But instead of listening
To the wise words silently spoken
I sat in my misery and
Tried to chip away at the impossible wall
When right behind me
Is an open door

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