Another day at school, wearing the mask that locks up my soul. I walk down the hall, a slight smile at a teacher passing me. My soul is screaming at me , begging me to let it out. But I push it back , farther and farther until I feel my soul beating at my head. Two o'clock school is almost out. The pressure worsens. I imagine myself sewing my lips together so as I dont scream out the feelings of my heart. School is out I am finally home. Still trapped I lay down on my bed and yet I cant let the pain go. Staring at the walls as the pain grows. I turn and look at the clock. Seven p.m. How the time flys when your brain is overrun with emotion. Sleep is a way to let everything go but yet I can't sleep , so I walk into the kitchen. Open the cupboard and take out the two pills that set my soul free. I lay down and feel myself getting tired. My lips are slowly unstitching. As the weight lifts off my chest I see nothing but the back of my eyelids. I am free, free to dream, free to let my soul run. The sound of an alarm and the pain returns and hits me as my eyes open to start the day all over again.
