Why do a feel like a hamster in a cage…is it not a new year?
My mind tells me to keep pushing through, it will get better.
But it doesn’t.
I wait….and I make excuses.
It’s Thanksgiving.
Christmas
Birthday
Valentine’s Day…I don’t want to be alone.
Another year has passed.
Trapped.
I walk up and down the confines of my room.
Thinking of options.
Writing down the negative.
There are few positive.
I was told to do this once…
What keeps me here.
My mind.
Is it playing tricks on me?
It may…he hasn’t changed.
Words are that used to caress my heart now change my name.
Hands used to caress and hold, now throw punches at my physique.
Confused, I’m tormented within my inner-self.
Leave or stay.
The question is not a question, but an obstacle.
Trapped.
Among…opinions, beliefs, disbeliefs, standards.
Do I choose the high road?
Suffer the consequences
Judgement
Ridicule
Or do I languish in despair?
Damn the torpedoes? No…damn what society thinks!
I walk
‘Cause, these boots were made for walking
And that’s what I’m gonna do
Hand in hand with Nancy
Free