Melancholy Shore

There's barbed wire wrapped,

Around my soul.

Like puppet strings,

That others pull.

I march to the beat,

Of my family's drum.

And fear for my sanity,

Which I know is gone. 

I keep a straight face,

But inside is war,

I'm a prisoner trapped,

On this melancholy shore.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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