sometimes i don't understand this living life with other people thing.
sometimes i am shown up. sometimes i am shown down.
sometimes i do not show up at all but i wish i was there instead of here.
because here i am stuck on top of this glass box, staring down at these people who think they are free.
our minds are our own, let us use them to be filled with our hearts!
to be taken away
from a society who tells us it's all about
and over to
love. one another. more than you love yourselves.