The Jailer

The Jailer

What should I do? Which way should I turn?

My mind is always changing its writing always burns.

My emotions are written on the canvas of my mind, but they’re unstable,

And seem to float away in time.

Should I pursue? Should I pick and choose? Should I choose you?

Now if I do it could be great, there could be love and joy,

But this could turn to hate.

I’m scared you see, I’m scared to commit.

I’ve been burned and its left me scarred, it hurt so much,

So I put up these bars.

And all this time I thought I was free,

But my heart is caged, and the jailer is me.