Imprisoned
In the night, there is a figure who watches us from the darkness. It follows us through the dark alleys and hidden crevices of our minds as we sleep. We don’t know who they are but feel they’ve been with us our entire lives. We run, and yet they are always there. Some mistakes we’ve made control us our whole lives. We can’t outrun them. We can’t hide from them. All we can do is to acknowledge them and move on.