I scream for help
But no one hears,
Im in a cage where everything is unreal
The feelings of loneliness
Cant be explained

I pound my hands against the mirror
Where it seperates me from them,
I feel the anger riling up
To where i cry for help
I want to get out,
And have the feeling of acceptance
But when one pours their feelings to them
All they get is rejection

I know listen to my heart
Telling me "im not one of them"
Understanding i have to be myself

So now i sit
With a pen on my hand,
Creating and expressing my thoughts
To a piece of paper
Who knew that he could listen so well,
That it has created a whole new person of me
Writing with my own beat
Smiling to the fact
I discovered,
My love for writing