I run from here to there. Not because I am impatient, But because I’m tired. I feel like an anchored boat, Trying to leave the pier. I feel like the little star in the sky, Trying my best to shine bright. To keep myself busy, I run in circles. When I get tired, They call me lazy. I convince myself that its true, I do feel useless and blue. Can somebody tell me what to do? Should I keep running in circles, Like a bird in a cage. Occasionally showing my rage, Squeaking and scratching, At that dreadful cage. I can see each day, Passing away. Before my eyes, I can see it from the bars. The setting sun, The few passing cars. I want to reach out, And feel all of this, All of the things I’ve missed. No more rough waters I said, Only happy thoughts. This task is only for the brave, And, I’m sorry but I’m not.
Keya, 13 year old, writing since age 7. Expressing her self freely on her blog! Enjoy the reading