Poems...

Blocked In

December 25th.

Titled: Blocked in.

Does it ever seem like your watching others be happy from a glass wall,
Trapped in a cage of hate and sadness.
Christmas.
A word that means Jesus is born.
A word kids wake up early too and jump in joy.
A word that means family gets to see each other.
But also a word that's just a word.
And that day is just a day. It doesn't feel any different only you get presents.

This Christmas I sat In my room,
Music on,
Volume turned up.
And sat their typing away on my computer.
Trying to forget where I am and my past.

My family sat around the living room, joking around and having fun,
Hours after the presents are done.
But I never could joke around with them.
I am always different.
The loudest,
The weird fashion taste.
I was the Olaf in summer,
I was the Monster drink in a bucket of soda.
I was me.

So I sat in my room coming out every so often to check in on them.
But every time I did go out their it was like I was trapped, in a cage
Of sadness, while everyone else was happy.
I was always different
And I would always be.
So I went back into my room
And tuned out the world with
My one and only love
My Chemical Romance.