Trapped

Trapped
Inside my own mind,
Four walls closing in,
Unable to move
Unable to breathe.
Somewhere there is a door
That I simply cannot see.
Stagnant.
In this life,
A change is what I need.
Unable to move from here.
Longing for something,
I'm told can never be.

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