Stuck in four walls
When wind touches my face,
I feel that I’m free.
When I see four walls around,
Surround me,
I remember that I’m still a person stuck somewhere in the mind.
I’m still stuck here,
Still dreaming of what it might feel like to be something more than just a person.
A little person that can just write, read and talk,
That is the only thing people consider me as.
I get called so many things that I cannot face any more.
All the anger in me make me want to yell or scream,
Though it would do no good.
I’m still stuck in the four walls of my mind still thinking,
What could be and what could have been …










