Ever feel like a bird who got their wings cut off. Right now feels like I am stuck in the cement in my driveway and I can not go anywhere.
Why is it everytime you drive back into your home town, there may be new buildings and the season may change, but nothing really changes here. Everything stays the same. And I am the weird element that doesnt mix well like vinegar and oil. I do not feel the same not a single bit.
Breathe in the symphony. Bring me an encore. Give me the voice I need to stay strong at a time when I feel like that little girl who never left this horrible town. I can't go back to that. Now that I have seen what is out in this world.
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