The Mind

I walk through the corridors
In search of an exit.
The doors are opening.
They reveal my thoughts, my emotions, my memories.
I try to shut each door that opens...
Shut them out.
And pretend they don't exist.
But the doors keep opening
Much faster than I can shut them.
I'm running past
Corridor after corridor
Where? where is the exit?

There's no where to run.
There is no exit.
Not when the corridors are inside me.