I feel that I am in a hallway of locked doors.
In a cage with no key.
In the dark with sunglasses stuck over my eyes.
I feel that I am the only one.
That nobody will get it.
That it will always be the same.
I hope that they will get it someday.
That I will be able to see my dreams as the past.
That I can teach someone something they can use.
I think that it will get better sometime.
That I will get to where I want to be.
That I will get it someday.