I’m here.
I sit here alone.
I don’t really have words to say.
There is so much and absolutely nothing all at the same time.

I’m here.
I don’t want to feel.
All these feelings rush around inside me, but they aren’t real.
I don’t know what’s real.

I’m here,
And you’re there.
You with your perfect smile and thought out words.
You are always there.
That’s the problem.
You are there,
And I am here.

You are just out of reach.
When I think I’ve finally reached you,
I turn around and see it was just a mirage.
I run into the wall you built.
All I have are these two hands.
With blood and sweat, I tear down the wall
Only to see you placing the last few bricks in the next one.
I’m stuck.
I’m here.


I wish I could fly.
I would soar above the rest.
Nothing would tie me down.
I think of living in the sky. Then,
I look down.
I see the shackle around my ankle.
I have been rising up with the rest,
But I can’t move.
They all pass me by.
I’m stuck floating just below the rooftops as I watch you fly away.
Nothing keeps you here.
I’m here.

I don’t have anything to say.
I can’t hold my grasp.
You slip out of my hands and soar.
You are beautiful.
I cry for no reason.
All I want is for you to be happy.
I’m here for you.

We are similar, you and I.
I’m tethered to the ground.
I fight my hardest, but the shackles are too tight.
As you float away, I see you grasping something tight.
It’s another line,
A mere rope secured to a tree.
You can fly as high as you wish,
But you continue to grasp onto this rope.
Nothing is keeping you here, but yourself.
You hold on to the end and float above me.
You stay there.
I’m here.

It’s hard to look at you.
The sun behind your sky blue eyes blinds me.
You are there, but behind you is a constant reminder.
You are hot as the sun.
I am the cold hard ground.
Many try to dig through me and throw me aside.
I am poked and prodded.
I am manipulated and covered up.
You are too hot to touch.
I am burned when I reach out,
So you are there.
I stay right here.

I’ve stopped trying to leave the ground.
I get into my head that I can fly.
I try only to get surpassed by others.
They cover up the sun,
And I am left in the dark.

I’m here.
It’s lonely here.
People come back, but they don’t stay.
No one is here permanently.
Except for me.
I am cold.
I am hidden.
I live in the shadows only to get a brush of the light.
I see it shimmer through the shades.
It lives wonderfully out there,
But I’m here.