Poems And Stuff

Freedom

So close,
Yet so far; the door to freedom
Freedom from this hell
This twisted,scary place
I just want to run and hide but it always seems to find me.

They say to open up and talk about it,
Last time I tried they called me insane,
Some just pat my back and told me that
'It'll be okay'
But you see,
A therapists' office isn't something you want to be sitting in every Saturday.

They talk to you and say that they care
But in reality they just want to get inside your head,
They want to manipulate every last brain cell.
They say to try and open up some more,
But every time you do you just end up right back at their front door.

How am I supposed to confide in someone,
When they don't give a damn about me?
I just want someone to be there and never judge me.

Probably I already found them,
But the devil inside me must have made me
Push them away out of the fear of being mistreated again.

That's why I want my freedom back
I'm tired of being lonely
I'm sick of being scared
But unfortunately for me,
My mind does not want me to be free.

~Miya