The Fastasy

I dreamt a dream that I was not held in these chains,
I felt joy in my stomach and no more fear in my veins.
 Happiness was no longer a deprivation, but
 Instead a reached destination
 Like the last day of school; finally summer vacation.
 I was free, finally free.
 Then I woke up to see it had only been a fantasy.
 I was broken, my bones scattered across the cage.
 I tried to run but I couldn't hide my inner rage,
 I stayed just to be held in a prison by a mental plague
 The sight of the bars reminded me of the danger outside of my cell,
Only, the thing about this prison was it was no jail.
 It had no bars nor was the food stale and to escape was harder than to talk in braille.
 So what made it a prison, what made it a living hell.
It was like a hill constantly getting steeper,
it was like a hole but instead of the dirt the shackles drag you deeper and deeper,
 Until you're lost and the bail is a pricey cost, a cost I cannot afford to pay.
 The price is the only reason I stay because to hurt someone is my fear.
 My prison knows this so he whispers the price in my ear.
 He knows it'll keep me here.
In my house, in my prison, he decided to dine.
My prison is also called my mind.