It's too stuffy
Too crowded and noisy and just too much.
Oh to open up is such a thing, isn't it?
Because to those, to us, to me
In our world of our bedroom and the classrooms with the bars on the windows, there is nowhere to go; we are herded and trapped in these rooms with the too loud lights and the bright walls.
In our world of closed doors, and only pain in our forms, the only way we can open up is with that of a razor
Because in a world of too stuffy heads and nowhere to go; nowhere to be, why not open up a little?
YOU ARE READING
poems and short stories
Sonstigespreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
