4 Walls of the World
I want to look outside my window, and see the stars shining in the sky.
I want to look up to the sky as though it is a life beyond, and better, to let me know that there is something else out there.
I want to wish upon a shooting star.
I want to see a meteor shower and feel alive.
I want to sit under the blanket and shelter of the night with those I love.
Now I look out to the night sky, and instead of hope I see blackness, and sorrows, regrets.
I look out of my window looking for the better life, and I see a reflection, a copy of my room.
I see myself standing there, but the person I see is someone who is fading, away into the distance.
I look out wanting, to see hope and freedom, but see jail bars, not allowing dreams or hope to reach me.
When I sit here crying I look out searching for happiness.
I want to see beyond these four walls.
I want to hide away, in a place that no one can find me, but those who know me the best.
I want to sit inside my closet, dark and alone because that is how I feel, every second that I live in this room.
I can’t find the exit, and everytime I try to I am brought back to the window, looking into the same room out there.
I’m trapped.
I can’t find the hope.
I want to leave but can’t.
I want to strive for better.
