Childhood has been troublesome, enclosed within one road. Years of my life, years to be spent in making memories, spent in wiping off tears. Tears and a heavy heart given by a known. Submissive as I was, yet so strong. Years of battling against a voiceless fight, with wounds deep inside. Open me up if you can, I have enough to fill up the ocean, Not enough for you to seek in one lifetime. Down the beach I'll go, In a quest to find answers for my breaking soul. This agony, this anxiety of this little freedom To be taken away someday keeps me up in moonlight. Home is not where I want to be. Suffocated for so long, like I need permission to breathe. Walking out in the sun, keeping within me a fear unknown. In writing do I feel some solitude. Often do I wonder about the calmness of the sea. The noise inside my abode, overthrown by the waves of the Atlantic. I will set sail in a ship, a ship to take away my misery. Misery of a troublesome childhood. Break free, free from the chaos. Justice is what I seek. In times of me being a hopeless psychopath, I dance. Dance like I could kill. Behind a happy face millions of dead roses you'll see. It will take a lifetime fixing what is gone. Blame the Godly father from heavens above. Bring me happiness from deep within. I am dying soon, Let me look at the setting sun by the beach. Let the sun rays make me look yellow. Let me find peace amidst this misery.