I can not seem to escape these four walls
It’s like I am trapped
As bad as I want to shelter myself from the world
I long to see the faces and personalities that it possess
I would rather be out with friends than lay in bed and rest
I can rest when the time comes
My eyes shine like stars in the midnight sky
My heart beats louder than the drums played by my African ancestors
My palms sweat more than the fat man in the Sauna
My mouth dryer than the Sahara
My tears run father than the Nile
If I can not escape, then I would rather go back to being a child
Where I could be anything and let my imagination run wild.
Where freestyles were free
And gay was a term for happy
But I can not even be what the world wants me to be
Because I am blinded by depression to the point where I can no longer see
© Bre’Ana S. Gates
