07.07.17

30 1 0
                                    

I wish my wings were as big as the plane
So that nobody can be in my way
So I can go anytime of day
Everyone needs to stay out of my lane

I wish I could be a ghost
No one would notice when I need to leave
Because when I need it the most
No one would want to believe me

I wish I could be twenty-one
I could just do what I want
Everyone can just leave me alone
Because when I want to vent, I can't

I feel so stuck
It's like I'm trap
Ain't that just my luck
But I think it's all full of crap

Poetry of  2015-2017 Where stories live. Discover now