The Door

“Open the Door”!
I feel suffocated
I feel hopeless
My mind has become claustrophobic
My eyes want light
My ears want music
My heart want courage
My soul wants freedom!
“Please”, I cried
“Open the Door ”
So that I can run
I can fly
I can song
I can express
I can be free
And most importantly
I can be myself and
Paint a world just perfect for me!

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