after Mark Hillringhouse
Trapped under the pressure
it builds up and becomes harder to hide
a feeling and proof you can’t ignore
simply looking back and shutting the door without thinking
the memories flowing in like a broken record
each time breaking my heart.
the old memories of an amazing moment
with parents becoming a blurry past.
A simple I hate you deeply carved into the hearts
of those who seemed to care
a broken picture frame, containing the past I wish to relive
the wall I used to hide behind started crumbling down.
And when I look back to what I've said and done
It's far too late.
The door already has been sealed shut.
For a long time, I’ve dreamt of a life of freedom,
a bohemian life
now realizing it wasn’t the life I wanted to live.
It was to run away from reality
maybe my problems.
Sometimes we just need to run away.