Late Night Drives

It’s my therapy Yet they never happen It’s looking out and seeing nothing Listening to music without a care Crying and venting to emptiness Being stuck in time while everything else races around Trying to explain your silence While being told to shut up Because you “talk too much” Late Night Drives are my escape The escape from the constant battle in my head Telling me that I’m not good enough Saying I’ll never be pretty no matter how much makeup Yelling at me to finally commit to the bit and end it Late Night Drives They help me clear my mind But when they don’t happen It races a thousand miles a minute Listening to music without a care Looking out and seeing nothing Nothing but a trainwreck of words and emotions Scared they will judge you Judge you because of the music you play to cope This fear would disappear If Late Night Drives Could make their way Into this depression-filled life