Freedom

I want freedom.

The freedom to be happy.

The freedom to listen to my feelings.

Why am I shackled?

Why am I locked away?

Do my feelings not take priority?

I just want to be happier.

Why can’t I have that?

Why?

Grey

The Blue

there are feelings but no meaning.

I’m living but I cannot feel.

I’m laughing but there is no joy.

I drift on the wave of feelings

constantly evading drowning.

the Blue is scarier than the Grey.

you can’t see to the bottom

but you know that’s where it leads.

you drift and drift

until a wave crashes.

the water grips you and,

finally,

you drown.

-Grey