Existing In A World That Doesn't Want Me To Be Free

Boundless; In my mind I am boundless

Every second of the day is relentless

How is this relevant

In a healthy life?

I want my heart to be clean; I want my heart to be seen

And life is something we all struggle with

And the heart is a piercing thing

What leads me to my mental illness?

What leads me to my death?

It's all I ever think about, the sirens that breathe

If I could rewrite history, I would

So many stories out there

Suffer from sadness

And silence is just a bonus, nothing more

So how am I seeing this thing

From such a clear view?

Have I been sworn to secrecy

Against my will?

Will I ever fully believe

That I belong here?

For this world is full of questions

But there are never enough answers

The truth is, I don't know;

I don't know the trajectory of my life,

Do I really deserve love?

And I don't want to be miserable

For the rest of my life,

The pieces of the puzzle

Don't always fit

For we are all pieces of a puzzle

And our life never fits--

Am I politically incorrect?

Does our lives ever fit?

Masterfully, the rose never ignores

What's really going on in our brains

And I am solemnly sorry

And I may not forget not

That I may not be human; or am I?

For I am one piece falling to another

One by one by one...

I imagine myself without this world

For I've spent years ignoring my urges

Inspiring is the cloud that disappears

For every year is substantial--

And I scream, and I scream, and I scream;

For existing is exhausting

And at a certain point, I must dream

For dreaming is all I have

And to be clear, the world is not all a stage

For every single second

I live in my head,

Therefore I am boundless in my mind.