I'm a Prisioner

I'm a prisoner in my world.

A prisoner in my head, my anger, my breath.

I can't possibly live like this forever.

How is this a life when I can't control me?

I can't wake up when I want, eat when I need to and be angry.

Where's the justice when I can't trust me?

All I have left is me, but I can't trust me to be angry.

I live in a cell.

I'm not living, I'm being controlled, trained like a f*cking animal.

And lexapro and seroquel is my owner?