Sitting up here, way up here, I feel okay
With the room expanding high up to where I can barely see the roof,
The long window to the left of me is not that intimidating
Frightening me with the open space that I could easily fall out of
And the locked door to the right of me does not make me feel like an outsider
Instead, the window is welcoming me to fly, to leap out and spread my arms as if I am a bird
While the door reminds me that I am not locked out, but I am locked in
Searching for a way that I can escape this quiet sanction that causes chaos in my mind
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Sitting up here, way up here, I feel okay
With the room expanding high up to where I can barely see the roof,
The long window to the left of me is not that intimidating
Frightening me with the open space that I could easily fall out of
And the locked door to the right of me does not make me feel like an outsider
Instead, the window is welcoming me to fly, to leap out and spread my arms as if I am a bird
While the door reminds me that I am not locked out, but I am locked in
Searching for a way that I can escape this quiet sanction that causes chaos in my mind
