I learned about this in school, I believe. It's the style of a Shakespearian sonnet, right?

ethelfleda, you can enter an old poem. No problem.

cool, thanks. here's my entry then:

Trapped

Not trapped by bars or lock and key,
No prison cell or guards for me.
Instead I’m trapped inside my head
With only fear and me to dread.

This lonely world feels small and grey,
No hint of joy or sign of day;
No silver moon or stars on high –
Nothing there but cold, bleak sky.

I long to feel the joy I see
In everybody else but me,
But all I feel is loneliness,
Too tired to eat, too weak to dress.

I cannot seem to shake the fear
That this, my life, will end right here.
My demon self won’t let me go
And I can’t beat it, that I know.

The walls I raise I cannot see
And yet they seem so real to me.
They tower above my lonely soul
And leave me trapped in this black hole.