The Keeper

I am owned by a silent keeper

Who never goes away.

Who has me on a short leash

that I am always trying to escape.

I did not choose to be here

And kept under his torturous thumb

Of hell and wishes of dying

in the pain of which I succumb.

I lay helpless in his grip

Unable to fall asleep

The pain is too intense

Fear is all that reaps.

His arrival my mortal enemy

No matter how much I fight.

I am always forced to give in

This just isn't right!

I am labeled weak and unreliable

But there is nothing I can do.

I want to be more then this

And that is the truth!

Migraines tell me who I am

and what I can achieve

This is not a real life.

I am genetically deceived.