Untitled PoemSometimes I feel the need for something more
The need to reach out, and grasp something outside this door
I feel the itching, the burning, underneath my skin
The wanting, needing, to break out and go somewhere I havent been.
Cowering in the dark, my longing never fades
I just cant bear to be one of those blank, thoughtless facades
My only form of escape, a little rusted-red blade,
That helps me hold up my sad masquerade.
Ive been locked in this cage for so long, feeling so weak.
I dont want to die here, feeling lonely, broken, and bleak.
You think you could live with knowing you could be happy and free,
But you will never understand for real what its like to be me.
After living a life in darkness, can you never see the light?
For if you did, would it not blind you with its bright?
Can those who lived a life of pain and sorrow,
Never turn around and hope for tomorrow?
Clinging to a broken faith, and idolizing anyone who dares to speak
I feel so pathetic, re