Entrapment

Breaking through these walls of shame,
Guilt and violence
The psychology of evil at its finest
Zimbardo’s golden child is on the rise,
I feel like I’m trapped,
A war veteran with PTSD
And all the shit I’m going through is just a
T-E-S-T
But my mental state is getting weary
I’m wondering how much longer I can do this
The revelation of my ways for me conflicted
These days and nights are getting shorter
Sleep deprivation settles in and I begin to
 day dream,
I’m walking on hot coals
Shackled at the feet and hip
My overalls are dirty and overall,
I feel like shit