Being Trapped inside my mind

Being trapped inside my mind, 

I often wonder what’s it like to be free. 

My thoughts are shaped like bullets, 

And sometimes like blades,  

But they are never put to use 

During the disquieting escapade. 

Being trapped inside my mind,  

I often sneak outside its wall, 

but I swiftly run back, 

as I hear my mind requesting its call. 

Being trapped inside my mind, 

I am often not alone. 

As I peered into the mirror, 

There was a reflection 

Of a dejected clone. 

Being trapped inside my mind, 

Is never a pleasure, be that as it may, 

But is often a scandalous puzzle 

That is far too much for me to say.