Dear Kitty,
I hide behind the bedroom window, silently observing the outside world, watching them celebrate in the streets. Rejoice written all over their face, their tears are happy. How can they be so ignorant to our feelings? I do not understand, because they smile like us. Cry like us. Feel the same emotions as us. Yet they label, brand and separate our souls. Label, brand and separate.
If one of those outsiders were to see me then I would be dead. Our jigsaw piece has been cut and manipulated far too many times for it to fit back where it once was.
“When I write, I can shake off all my cares.”
Scribbling my thoughts has been the only thing that has allowed me to keep my mind intact. I feel that I can release my most inner thoughts
I hide behind the bedroom window, silently observing the outside world, watching them celebrate in the streets. Rejoice written all over their face, their tears are happy. How can they be so ignorant to our feelings? I do not understand, because they smile like us. Cry like us. Feel the same emotions as us. Yet they label, brand and separate our souls. Label, brand and separate.
If one of those outsiders were to see me then I would be dead. Our jigsaw piece has been cut and manipulated far too many times for it to fit back where it once was.
“When I write, I can shake off all my cares.”
Scribbling my thoughts has been the only thing that has allowed me to keep my mind intact. I feel that I can release my most inner thoughts