Captive Audience

There is a performance in my mind

I am the captive audience of their hive

As they guide me on how to survive

Their thoughts come from me but are they really mine?

They are a mess of gorgeous chaos a day you can see it in my eyes.

Although I didn't know this at the time and I have no one to blame.

The voices are human, if they are listened to, they will become tame.

And I was in the darkness, so darkness I became.

As their captive audience, I marvel at their performance.

Even if their nonsense charms me into importance.

Kept into a trance of darkness

In order to find my likeness

I am a captive audience to my own mind.

Where growth is shown that this mess of thoughts only causing me trouble is not mine.