A Place With No Help
I am kept in a dark place so no one can hear me scream, "help", when Fear comes to beat me.
I am kept in a empty place so no one can hear my cry for comfort when Sorrow comes to hurt me.
I am kept in a square room with no windows or doors, so I can’t escape when Anger comes to see me.
What is this uncivilized place I’m kept in?
My Mind.