Missing Pieces

I’m sitting in my room

Looking out my window down

Feeling extremely trapped inside

Although I’m really not sure why

But even as I am home again

I can’t seem to find an outward happiness

I don’t want to feel so trapped inside

But as hard as I try it never changes

Causing me to feel so dangerous

I’m tired of feeling like I have nothing to wait for here

Maybe it’s a sign I just can’t make clear

Perhaps it’s because I’m away from the ones I love most

Yet I have no choice the case is closed

And my complete speech has been ceased

How am I supposed to feel freed?

When my lives are always taken from me

I’ve hurt those who claim they have never hurt me

Yet I feel they have before many times

These are the missing peices

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world



Your poems are very good although, all are a bit cynical haha... 

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