What must I do to escape this world
that I was forced into?
I've changed everything I could!
Three accounts after my first,
and I still can't find a way to share.
To share my thoughts and feelings
without one of my "friends" finding me
and acting all offended about what I write.
Isn't this a country of freedom of speech?
I should be able to write what ever I want
about anyone, so why are you so surprised
when I put my frustration in a poem?
Would you rather me physically slap you all
for your inconsideration, stupidity, and rudeness?
But I would never do that.
I'm such a kind girl that doesn't care
what people say or do to her
*right?

Blackened windows surround me,
darkness wait in the shadows,
waiting for the very moment I become vulnerable.

Waiting to leap out
grab my life,
and run away with it.

The world around me is in shades of black.
My blonde hair stands out,
my blue eyes don't match the sky,
my green sweater is to bright.

Where's the sun?

The dark rolling clouds
surround me.
Each dusty contact
burns.

I try to run away,
but in which direction?
Stumbling and tripping
over hidden obstacles,
I run towards the only patch of color in the black,
A field of grass before a setting sun.
But it slips into the engulfing darkness
as the sun sets.

The clouds sting my eyes now,
my vision blurs and fades.

How did I even get here?
I think, as I fall the final time.