I am trapped. I am trapped but there are no walls, there are no fences, there are no grills. But still, I feel like I am trapped. I am bombarded by this feeling that I am being compressed into a tiny cube as the walls around me continuously shrinks and I am stuck in the middle. But there is no wall. It is just me. It is just my feelings.  Why? It is because of you.  Technically not you, just your memories. It is your memories that trapped me inside a wall that is full