I've been staring outside a window for eighteen years.
Dreaming about what it would be like when I walked outside , gleaming and happy with freedom
But I'm scared. I get my dream , but what happens next... what will my purpose in life be?
Where will I go ?
Forgot who next?
I've been staring at the moon nineteen years of my life .
The blinds let in soft light on my skin
Dreaming about when I will be free
You call it prison
When I call it home
I push away
But I don't want to be alone
I stay inside
When I really want out
I'll be staring outside my window on my twentieth birthday
It's approaching near the years ending , it went by so fast.
But I'll be wished a happy birthday
Sung too
Inside these four walls
My life this is all I have ever known.
STAI LEGGENDO
You
PoesiaThis is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"
