Internal

Door closed

I am sixteen
and my skin is a huge threat to society
What if I drown in my own tears,
suffocated underneath my bed sheets
In the middle of the night
while God is in heaven with the door closed

I have to perfect the art of fake-smiling again
In time for school in the morning
Suppose I drown in my own overthought thoughts about the significance of my existence
There are too much expectations from my family & society
Procrastination & fear lurk inside of me
The things I want to do
Take too much to be done,
while God is in heaven with the door closed

Nobody even considers what it is like for me
Why do I have to be the different one
Will I even live long enough
to see
to be free
to think
to feel,
while God is in heaven with the door closed.