Breaking Free

Breaking Free

It seems all to perfect, siting here, dreaming back on all the things that have memories attached. The sorrow, the breaking gazes, and the uncontrollable snickers from behind. School, Home, and in between. the yelling, the tears and the sad smiles. All of these things bring emotions to me, possibly leaving me with dark streaks down my face or a blazing fire in my limp green eyes. But most of all, regret. the Guilt of never saying good-bye,a and the guilt of never saying what is in my heart. Looming eyes that never met others, shyness that wraps around my mind and throat. Trying to break away but the hold is too great for me to escape into the world of openess. Possibly that will never happen. Or maybe it will. Alone in a world where it is cold and not understandable by anyone but me, for i fear if i let anyone in confusion and judges will cloud their thoughts, mistaking me for something i am not.