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Trapped
I've been lying here staring at the ceiling for a long time. Remembering how life seemed so good. So easy and light. I took it all in my stride. After all, life is short.
I don't seem to be living anymore. It feels like I'm trapped. If I see the door open, I feel like escaping and having fun, smiling, living. But I remember everything and curl up in a corner. I don't fit in anywhere. I hear the laughter when people look at me. A freak. How did she get like this? She was so happy, so cheerful and so full of life. What happened?
I don't even recognize myself anymore. I don't look in the mirror. I don't show myself to anyone. I'm stuck with my memories of a time when living was so simple and it was so good to be happy.
© shewriteslove
I don't seem to be living anymore. It feels like I'm trapped. If I see the door open, I feel like escaping and having fun, smiling, living. But I remember everything and curl up in a corner. I don't fit in anywhere. I hear the laughter when people look at me. A freak. How did she get like this? She was so happy, so cheerful and so full of life. What happened?
I don't even recognize myself anymore. I don't look in the mirror. I don't show myself to anyone. I'm stuck with my memories of a time when living was so simple and it was so good to be happy.
© shewriteslove
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