If
only

I could once
again
become my own
friend

Then
maybe

I wouldn't
feel
lonely

Why can't I
function?

I don't wanna
be trapped

in a mental
dungeon.

It's been awhile
since you had
anything to say

I try to
reach out

but I fear
you want me
to go away

So I guess
I'll give you space
and try not to
let my mind race

But I miss
your company
and the smile
upon your face

Trapped

in an
atmosphere

of

My Own
Making.

Conquer

My Self.

This is
My life.

My Soul.

For the
taking

Cry
on
paper

while
tears
flow

through a
pencil.

Look deep inside.

Listen.

Stand still.

Understand.

This
is part of
nature.

She smiles at customers
while making rounds
in this busy town.

Pizza comes
out of the oven.

Hot.

Fresh.

Cheesy.

Taste buds are in heaven.

Children smile
with splendid delight
when the pizza delivery
gal is in sight.

But

It’s not all smiles.

She can go for miles
with no gratitude
because of an
*******’s attitude.

Sometimes
she gets tipped.

Other times,
she gets gypped.

However,
when she tells stories
of tips and smiles
from pizza glory,

I remember,

This is the life
of pizza delivery

Sometimes it *****

But
There's hope within
the misery.

I tell her,
"I'm sorry."

But really,

I'm full of sorrow.

Sorrow locked
inside a cage.

Sorrow hidden
within the rage.

She says that
I'm a fighter.

But, I know
I lack might.

What use is
a fighter
ready to lay down
for the night?

Why am I like this?

I already told
someone else,

"I'm not a bird.
I don't fly."

But I wish
I could.

She says she
wants me
to be free...

That I'd be
a bird
without a song.

And isn't a bird
without a song
one that can't fly?

Isn't a bird
caged for too long
and been
so wronged,
one that can't
fly high?