The atmosphere is
too thick to breathe
Or maybe it is just
the unattainable expectations
keeping my wings still

The pen beckons at me
The paper looks at me
with this seductive appeal
The words in my head yell,
longing to be heard,
But I just can't get out my bed

I see the sun rise,
And watch it set
The next day I thought
Maybe it's getting a little wary
For I'm the flower that refuses to spread my petals
No matter if it comes or goes

When will they realise
I'm too reckless to be contained
Of what use is a bird
whose wings have been clipped off

The walls are all shades of wrong
I blink and I feel them one inch closer
Scared to close my eyes,
Lest I wake up gasping for air
My mind has forgotten how to sleep

And I wonder if anyone else
feels this way
If yes, why have not they found me yet
Is this the wrong world I was born in
How am I supposed to walk in
this skin that never fit me perfectly

I try to hide the chaos in my eyes
Because I'm the only assurance my people have
But I'm falling apart at a pace faster than I can hold on to this pretense
Can someone just
get me out of my bed