i have this
itch
on the back of my
shoulders
i've been trying to ignore it
but you didn't call
and they
hang out without me
so this itch
i've been scratching
& it's keeping me
awake
i'm sleeping more
but i'm not tired
drawing more
but i'm not inspired
unhappy
but tonight
i am drowning
on the thought
that you decided to hate me
so in rage
i began to itch
and scratch
at the back of my shoulders
only to realize
why i've been bothered
because underneath my skin
feathers are growing
my soul is a bird
but i caged it within me
i was afraid that the world would
try to take it from me
but
a soul is not meant to be caged
it needs endless
saturdays and a summer-time kiss
with extra sprinkles and a side of uncontrollable laughter
so my soul is fighting back
and is giving me what i need
wings to fly away
from people who always leave
