"squattter" poems
The squattter people outside
The boring noise inside the house
The four sides of my room
And the me who is tired to all of it
As a child,daughther and sister
I'm ready to throw it all
Just to be able to leave in this place
I am tired to all of this
I feel locked in
Even if I want, I can't do anything
Everything in here bores me
A bored feeling that slowly becomes a hatred
I don't want to hate all of you
But you are making me to
Maybe is it because of me?
Or everything happened that involves me?
I'm not being a brat
But I always feel sad
In this house, I don't feel belong
Maybe because the responsibilities are shouting at me?
"You can't escape"
They always told me
But I can
I'll find an another way.
I just want a quiet place
That only me and me will feel safe.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC