Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my head,
my soul longs to escape this dull continuum.
If there were only a way to free myself.
Death is not an option,
for I have a legacy of friends and love,
to leave them would be to forget my purpose in life.
I love, I live, I feel,
but my stupid body can't convey it.
They tell me I have no feelings,
that I have a ''disorder''.
well I'm not broken,
I feel just like you,
just like everyone else.
My useless mouth won't speak up to tell them they're wrong,
heavy hands won't slap them senseless,
and sluggish feet won't run from this exhausting race of life.
I am trapped,
classified as different.
But what am I really?
What are you?
Just another soul, waiting to be freed.
