Walking into that building, I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

It contains the things that push my demons to screaming.

I shrink into my shell when I should be thriving,
but the people that are supposed to lift me up, just put me down.

All the tests and the stress that is caused,
are not worth the scratches on my arms.

and I can’t wait to leave this place that I’m in
because if I don’t focus on that,
I won’t make it to the end.  

And the peers that are supposed to be my friends,
can’t see past the fake smiles that crack my face in two,
as they joke about death,
when it’s not ever funny
because it’s always on my mind from my demons getting through.

And my insanity has the wheel,
as I careen through my life,
inadequate as a butter knife to diamonds.

and I can’t stand it here anymore,
I think it’s time I shut the door,
leave no trace behind
to disappear into the night.

High off the feeling of always being alone,
and I can’t wait to escape this throne-oriented arctic zone.

There are millions like me.

who can’t think about that place without shivers running down their spines,
and you need to save them from the confines of their minds.

because their demons will **** them,
if they aren’t silenced.

and you can’t just leave them to fight society.

because they are the ones that live in a fantasy,
sleeping with silent tear stained faces.

don’t let them dissolve like empty embraces.

Walking into that building, we shouldn’t ever feel that way.