Anonymous
since conception
ive tried to please you
achieve for you
grow into something worth breathing and calling life a gift
not a disease
but is it my disease
is it the lack of what i achieve
if you never trust me, how can i trust you
if you never have faith in me, how can i ever have faith in you
more importantly
how can i trust myself
how can i have faith in myself
how can i ever believe in anything that no one ever has
more importantly
if you never let me go, how can i fly
bruised
restrained
worn
but not used
these are my wings
caged
restrained
detained
useless
if you never unlock the door
trust me with the keys to myself
if you never let me, how can i
how can i fly
if you never even let me try
and the pressures of my surroundings
burn my skin
pick at scabs
become scar tissue
destroy my lungs
steal my breath
capture the essence of my spirit
still in the cage
still on lockdown
my wings are growing and shattering and tearing as they meet these bars
just because no one let you out until it was too late for you
why does it have to be too late for me
why cant i spread my wings
why cant i fly
and when im finally let out
will i even care anymore
as the weight of the years crucshes any desire
when i finally break free
i will fall
i will die
i will be weak
just like you
thank you