The Future
You talk about the future like we have one,
But right now I don't know what we are.
My house feels abandoned
And I don't want to go home,
Because home for me doesn't feel
Like much of anything.
I feel trapped sometimes,
Mostly trapped inside this body.
There's too much going on inside of me,
And people,
People are suffocating.
My bedroom walls are shaking.
This is all just temporary.
I know that,
But when you talk about the future,
I feel happy.
But right now I don't know what we are.
My house feels abandoned
And I don't want to go home,
Because home for me doesn't feel
Like much of anything.
I feel trapped sometimes,
Mostly trapped inside this body.
There's too much going on inside of me,
And people,
People are suffocating.
My bedroom walls are shaking.
This is all just temporary.
I know that,
But when you talk about the future,
I feel happy.