I feel like I am a prisoner.
Not to a cell. Not to a location.
But to this feeling.
That no one will understand me.
That I can only express my truest feelings,
In these very lines.
Choosing my words so carefully.
Lest you think me foolish or ignorant.
Lest you think less of me for who I am
Instead of being proud and happy.
I feel chained to this keyboard
Writing this line.
Until the end of time.
Until I can share what I feel free of judgement.
Until then, I write.