Hungry

I'm hungry enough to eat a horse A horse I won't eat its what I need when I choose my course My course is any except returning home Returning home is pain if only someone had known Known that I'm starve for my freedom that's so far away Far away from this house that even flowers die in may In may is my chance in terms of graduation to push through the door The door is my future and my steps are hesitant and my eyesight being poor Poor me, would my persona would say with its chelsea's smile Smile big with your eyes being dark as you lips spill out denials Denials of ever so many, yes, keep pushing them back Back off from your heart that's encased in glass its the only thing that is keeping it intact Intact behind a brick wall But in someone's hands it will bleed At moments, there will be people who get so close they will feed me what I desire Its them when they leave I need Malnutrition is a crime to do to a child A child that seeks for more as they grow That after being bind down and now free will go wild But these are only words flowing from my mind And slowly I'm getting tired of the same rhyme Expectations, restrictions, guides and rules Just leave me to my room where I create my fantasy Harsh and annoying in true reality. Even when I write my poems, my stories, my songs Even when I cry, fight, scream and whimper Even when I have my close friends, my family Even when I have my music, my certain tools, my books I want to leave it all to be myself.. I would do the cliche thing and even try to find myself I'll return with peace in my mind and full Thoughts on returning home makes me lose my appetite So in order to be healthy and keep a live horse I will fill my own refrigerator