Likened to a bird locked in its cage
Boiling inside me is a ball of rage
As well as other troubling emotions
It is as if my world has stopped in motion.
I want to do what would bring me joy
Yet it is something that I try to avoid
For I know that what I want is wrong
I just cannot seem to move on.
There are many temptations around me
In a room full of people, I feel lonely
And out of place, as if I do not belong
I’m losing faith in myself to remain strong.
It is my desire to make them happy
But then… what about me?
Does my happiness even truly matter?
Or do they just say it to make me feel better?
I do not know what to do anymore
It happens that the more I resist, the more
I end up growing more attracted to it
I wish that somebody would understand this.
If anybody is reading this poem of mine
I am sorry to say this, but I need some time
To think about where in this journey I shall go
When I have it figured out, I’ll let you know.