It’s like clawing at the walls of my own prison till my finger’s bones are showing. The glowing outside, bright eyes, and big smile are almost autonomous, never spontaneous. I scream at times to be anonymous, no one to know or to know me, such as a bird in a tree. I am here on my knees, screaming that I just want to be free of a bitter mind prison of unwanted memories and thoughts. The inescapable prison.