I can’t laugh because I’m not visible

I don’t fit anywhere  

I’m like a  bird with ducks

Unable to fly in the future

I don’t like the smell of the soup

That make me feel vulnerable

Trying to break the chain inside my mind

Leaving me unavailable and dead inside

Unable to see love next door

Now the cold wind of winter

Came to run over me

No hand leans on to help me

There is a door inside of me

Not everyone has the key

 You have to be chosen

No one has ever said “Look back”