Shackles of My Mind

I wake up, tied,
Never realised,
I scratch, and I claw,
Not seeing the flaw,
Attempting to be free,
Wrestling, I, with me
Bound by my thoughts
Of positivity a drought.

They see me unhitched,
Wondering why I ditched.
Not noticing the shackle,
That I struggle to tackle,
They call it a phase,
Not seeing my maze,
I try to get out,
But my issues, they all doubt,
So I battle with half a heart,
As the other half, tears me apart.