Sometimes I wish I wasn't this strong, allowed myself to do something wrong, could be whoever could do whatever- my heart thought my brain sought, but here I sit with nothing with nobody line by line writing down this tragedy.
Sometimes I wish I could roam around free, liberated and unbound, be a little crazy do some stupid stuff say some badass things call society's bluff, but here I sit with hidden handcuffs that make me someone far from me.
Sometimes I wish on days like this if I could let loose a little fall for a guy fly to the sky get a little high, but I know I can't why? Because- I wasn't brought up this way I wasn't allowed to say- all these things aloud and clear, my life's dictated by fears that wet my pillow with tears turning my eyes red a rebellion stirring in my head, I wish I could I know I should but I can't skid for I am just a closed eyelid.
Palpebra means 'eyelid' in Latin. It's my pseudonym. My real name means the same. I'm writing this one for myself. Why? Well, I need to unmask and be unfiltered somewhere, do I?