Frolicking through life with a refreshing breeze
gently brushing through my curly hair,
The chirp chirp of the birds serenading me
with a perfect personalized concert,
Bright oranges and vibrant pinks
streaking across the brilliant blue sky
as the sun retires for the day.
I wake up years later
as the sun comes up,
marked by my awfully jarring alarm.
Dragging myself out of bed and
just floating through life
like a soulless ghoul.
Stumbling into the mundaneness of school
and limping out after a new day’s trauma.
Lacking individuality and joy,
livelihood and curiosity.
Just like every other robotic piece
of society’s mechanically-produced population.
The fresh air from years ago
~gone~
replaced by the suffocating smog.
The cheerful birds singing from years ago
~gone~
replaced by a dreary, dull drone.
The beautiful colors from years ago
~gone~
replaced by monotonous browns and grays.
Too tired to find the light
in the midst of never-ending shadows.
Too tired of not being quite right
for those who will never see me as enough.
Too tired to try finding my place
somewhere I’m not welcome.
Too tired to reclaim myself for who I am
in a world that scoffs at authenticity.