Inprisonment

First time ever

Standing in the crowd

Watching him sing and jump

Feeling the beat blow

Shaking my insides

Singing so loudly

But wait...

What is that?

That is the emptiness of my head

That I am feeling at this moment

Why, you say?

Because there was no more thinking of you

Feeling so good

No worries

No stress

One night of freedom from it all

Then, going back home

The minute I step through my door

The second I am by myself

The memories

The thoughts

The sadness

Depression

All of it rushes back into my mind and body

No more happiness or freedom

Just inprisonment with my thoughts

And unhappiness...