The jar

Growing up I was small I constantly hit the wall I tried to be the best I could And always felt misunderstood I felt so far away And stuck somewhere I shouldn’t stay A broken family wildly torn Later something I would mourn I chased peaks way to high And never got to touch the sky I fought demons in my sleep In my head they would creep I punched walls and screamed loud Did all the things I wasn’t allowed In the sea I floated away My heart I just couldn’t convey My friends watched a darkness take over All my anger would spillover I tried to put my feelings in my art But eventually that fell apart Luckily I found a new start I am changed from my past Nothing ever truly lasts So I look towards the sun Broke the jar and said “I’m done.”