I'm never outside
I feel like I'm constantly under attack
With nowhere to hide
I battle with myself daily
Just to take a peek
But each time I step outdoors
The voices start to speak
Looking through the windows
Of my quiet home
I long to be out there
Going anywhere to roam
I watch the leaves spill on down
And each one does a twirl
How I wish I could be out
Just like when I was a little girl
Falling is this lovely season
As everything slowly dies
The crisp clean air
Wisps of breath
Slight tears in the eyes
All the colors free fall
I envy their display
They can just be what they want
And leave the next day
The greenest trees await me
If I just go on outside
They sway in winds I can't get enough of
But I turn around and sigh
I am trapped in my mind
I am trapped inside
But no one is getting in my way
I really do love the outdoors
And I hate the fact that I stay
I love the wind
I love the rain
But sometimes I can't get it through my brain
That no one will hurt me
No matter what I wear
Or how I talk
Because no one cares
Though the sun is pretty
Going through each branch
Tickling my insides
As each ray hits my face
I can close my eyes
Breath in
Stuck in a trance
I'm in my own glass case
As the night falls
Chillier by the hour
I am breathless watching the cloudy sky
I am imbued with power
The moon peaks through ominous clouds
It is now the witching hour
I feel the air
I feel the wind
I smile as I breathe in
No one's around
But others watch
Creeping silently along the ground
The mangled trees limbs reach to touch
Feels like a comforting embrace
Contented with the night
I fear them
Others fear it
While I know I'll be alright
And I can go to sleep
With a smile on my face
A/N: Hey guys, thought of something decided to put it here, I might put a picture later, but I'm in a rush. There might be errors I didn't get to check it. Anyways woo hoo I love how I'm getting back to my poetry, just not how I'm procrastinating with what I'm supposed to do. Vote, comment what you think, it's kinda all over the place because my mind is going a million miles a minute.
Until then.~~RDP~~

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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...