This House Is My Prison

My home is a safe place,
But this house is my prison.
I can control the surroundings,
But my surroundings control me.
I can be at peace here,
But I'm living a nightmare.
The solitude can be addicting,
But I crave for someone.
The pain echoes in my veins,
But the silence is deafening.
The beauty of the sun,
Leaves me running to the dark.
The wonderful smell of dinner,
Makes me dread whats next.
My body craves the light,
But my head needs the dark.
My body needs sleep,
But my head can't stop running.
My home is a safe place,
But this house is my prison.

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