To watch from the sidelines
Scaling the parameter of normality
Is like eating your ice cream
Without the chocolate fudge.
Watching as others have the right
To what you can never have
As they are encouraged and buttered
And you are ignored and condemned
Rebel.
The word looms at the back of your mind
But you’re too tired.
Just too tired.
Because no one seems to care
No one understands it like you do
You starve from the lack
Of what you love the most
While the hope you hang on to
Slowly rusts and decays within you
Because the fast-flowing energy
Power and vitality
It swims away from you, drifts.
You reach out your hand, and it beckons you
But you slip through
And it falls away, calling
“Why?
Why won’t you take me?
Why do you let yourself die?
And listen to their lies?”
And you shake your head,
You feel like falling in
Crying.
You know your heart cries
And you know you cannot.
Because they have it and you don’t
They have the freedom
You were born to inherit.
The wars you fight scar
Hurt and break you apart
And you won’t fight back.
Can’t.
Not anymore.
You’re wings are too broken.
You are dead.


i haven't written poetry in ages. can that really
be defined as-- oh so ostentiously--
poetry?
i dont know. i just needed to vent all my frustration somewhere.
it sucks having my parents sometimes. its all these damn rules and restrictions. like a cage.
you're locked up and you watch everyone else fly by--free.
it hurts.
just because
they like maths and are obssessed with it.
does not mean i have to be. i live and breathe words, pictures, music.
i will die without books. and yet they forbid me to read, while everyone else revels in literary brilliance
i wither in the ground like a tree, sapped of its water and air and sunlight.
i cannot write.
they forbid me.
i cannot even study english when its an ENGLISH EXAM tomorrow.
and am forced to do math. which i will instinctively rebel against. because it is plain INSANE.
they value it so little. and yet expect me to do well for it, when i do not even get a chance to improve.
what the hell do they really want?
it would help if they just told me. because it is seriously getting on my nerves.
i want my freedom back.
where is it.