Stuck in four walls
When wind touches my face,
I feel that Iím free.
When I see four walls around,
I remember that Iím still a person stuck somewhere in the mind.
Iím 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.
Iím still stuck in the four walls of my mind still thinking,
What could be and what could have been Ö