Imagen how it feels to never be comfortable in your own skin
itching to find a way out side of you. itching to be free.
being jealous of the birds or anything that can fly
because all you ever dream of is to get that high,
so high you can touch the sky wanted to never come down,
dreaming of where you could be and the realization of where you are is a hard hit to take.
and the hits they're words have on your heart breaks your soul.
the person inside me lives in a house of tinted windows and
they say the eyes are a window to the soul but what if through that window all you can see is darkness, darkness disgusted in pain.
but not the type of darkness that stands for evilness,
the type of darkness that stands to protect me.
i once heard joy comes in the morning
are the clown smiles painted on my face Joy
and the thought of people watching morning?
i wonder how much longer i can stay standing,
and as my strength retires i find my self grounded.
but wishing i could fly.
Sometimes i close my eyes just to picture myself in the sky
deaf to the world around me.
at these times i feel free.
opening my eyes to reality i realize whats real.
i realize ill never get as high as the birds or things that fly
but i still live in the sky
the darkness in my eyes are the mirror image of the night and i am a star
I find my joy during the night
because my person cant see the light through the tinted windows it resides in
so tell me, joy, when will i know to smile?
When do i smile?
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