I feel lost in my own depression.
I want to take flight with the larks
Against the jet stream current of loneliness I find myself trapped and struggling in a bizarre, barren world of hate.
The terrible coldness of one's heart is too much to bear.
My own callousness
Prevents me from loving.
The rainstorm of adolescence
Floods my mind, my being, with acidic pollution
And tears me from my perch
Of momentary happiness.
I hide away in the cold, dark, menagerie of skin I call myself.
I crawl outside of my unfeeling body and fly away.
Fly away into the deep scarlet sky
Away and am free.