My poetry book

four walls

I'm trapped here

inside these four walls

but these aren't walls

they're people

and places

and old feelings

and I'm trapped here

with so much space to run around

yet I still feel chained to the floor

Sure, I've got the movies

but that's where we had our first kiss

Sure, I've got the park

but that's where they told me I was worthless

Sure, I've got school

but that's where I first had my heart broken

It seems like wherever I go

this city finds a way to build my walls up higher

so sometimes I just stay home

Maybe that's why I feel trapped inside four walls

but I'm not trapped in a bad place

I'm trapped away from the bad places

but I think they're finding their way back in