"A Prison Of My Own" I try very hard to be content, and sometimes even happy, with my world. But the truth is, I am never satisfied. With anything. Ever. I always feel like I am trying to run away and leave something behind, while simultaneously running toward something "better". Even though I have no idea what it is that I'm running from or toward. This is a fairly literal representation of how I feel most of the time: running scared, blind, and ready to trip in my own darkness.