Daily Struggles

I walked wearily wondering what life was like, when your'e full of optimism. Buzzing around freely, like a small organism.

As I stepped through the gates, of my prison; my hell. I start gasping for air as I heard a familiar sound, the bell that rings inside our own jail cell.

I look around, all friendly voices chatting. Why am I so scared? Coz' the voices in my head are overtaking.

I gaze out the window, for the entirety of my classes. I seem to ignore everyone, as the time passes.

My mind is like a battlefield, like world war three. I can barely think straight, was I ever gonna' feel free?

I thought about being myself once, but even the clothes in my wardrobe said 'don't'. My fear of being judged, made me reply with I 'won't'.

Then something changed, as I began to settle. My heart stopped racing, and I stopped feeling as little.

I started to feel surrounded, with people who enjoy my company. The happiness I now feel, is worth no amount of money.

I felt like everybody was judging, because I looked or talked differently. But now I see, that by being myself, I jump and dance around more beautifully.