My Own Kind Of Poetry

Houses

As I'm walking through,
These small colored houses..

I've wondered how it is on the inside
Is it as beautiful as the outside?

Or is it like me?

normal and happy 'outside'
but in the 'inside' I'm screaming for help.

For anybody to help me get out
of my house.

It's locked.

I have no keys.

They took it from me..

I need someone to help me!

I'm suffocating,
I need air, I need a new life..

From all those fucking problems-

That are still locked up inside of me.

i need the keys.