Obscure

I can’t seem to escape these four walls

It’s like I am trapped

As bad as I want to shelter myself from the world

I long to see the faces and personalities that it possess

I’d rather be out with friends than lay in bed and rest

I can rest when the time comes

My eyes shine like stars in the midnight sky

My heart beats louder than the drums of my African ancestors

My palms sweat more than the fat man in the Sana

My mouth dryer than the Sahara

My tears run father than the Nile

If I can’t escape, then I’d rather go back to being a child

Where I could be anything and let my imagination run wild

Where freestyles were free

And gay was a term for happy

But I can’t even be what the world wants me to be

Because I am blinded by depression to the point where I cannot see