Trapped,
That's how I feel.
I lay here with no where to go,
My head is pounding,
The walls are closing in.
I feel like I need to get out,
There is no way to leave,
I just have to lay here,
And pretend to have a life.
My mother screams for me from above,
My brother blares his music.
I just lay here,
Wishing them to leave,
But at the same time I don't want them to.
Without them here,
Not only will I feel alone,
But I really would be.
The sun glares at me through the window,
I glare right back.
I dream of my friends,
Or those who I think are.
They are all sitting around me,
They aren't speaking,
They watch me,
As if waiting for me to do something.
This dream feels fake,
But no more than I feel.
I open the door,
Just to peak out,
I see him there,
He looks in the mirror,
I think he's seeing me to,
But I'm not really sure.
Really there's no one there,
It's my imagination.
I want to see him,
So I do.
He looks trapped too.
This poem was written out of boredom. I was wanting to leave and go somewhere other than home. I was feeling sick of this place. This poem is quite confusing but it does have meaning to it. It could mean many different things. Comment this poem, tell me how you see it. Also rate it please! Thanks!
