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