Insane Poem by Mike Charels Kesson Mitchell

I am insane
in every way, and every form.
I try to hide who i really am,
I lock my feelings in a prison.
but it never works
they always escape.
My feelings of pain, sadness, and frustration
are the first to be released from the cold, dark jail cell
I call my 'soul'
While the emotions happy, joy, and bliss
wallow in self pity and shame.
My sadness goes on a rampage
and consume all the other emotions,
leaving nothing but self depression.
So once again i must lock this feeling away,
away in my dark and dreary soul.
but i know it will escape,
it always does...
for
I am insane.