Sometimes I just sitting on trains,
Staring aimlessly at people, guessing their future plans
Or personality
Or Beliefs;
Focused on their energy that takes up space.
Why not think of my own?
Watching the seconds go by and my legs start to fall a sleep, feeling numb.
I dislike this feeling of being trapped.
Society has categorized me in a box and now I'm fighting back.
The uncontrollable cries of my inner man screaming out.
You’re trying to break me but I have no doubts because whom I am is sealed.
I know where I’m supposed to go,
I won't follow your route.
