I must escape
From the horrors
Of my mind.
I am trapped
In an endless torture
Of my own imagination.
I hear things they don't.
I see things they overlook.
I feel things they ignore.
I run and run
With nowhere to go
And nowhere to hide.
I know you have the key.
Let me out.
Set me free.
a time comes in our life that we discover a part of us that we
and we keep on denying that it’s not who we are, that’s not how
we were brought up, that’s not who we will be.
and then we wonder what triggered those things, who made us
this way, what are we going to do.
then it becomes a burden in our hearts, weighing down our every
gasping breath for clarity, for peace, for freedom.
we pass people on the streets and think, “Can they feel my feet
dragging on cement at every step I take? Can they see beyond my
eyes to the crying soul beneath? Can they hear my double and
rapid intake of air as if I were a fish out of water and can’t get
enough of it?”
maybe some people did but were hesitant to take the first step.
maybe some people did but they just didn’t care.
maybe some people did but when they do try to hold out their
hands to us, we shut them out.