The world around seems to view me coldly
Here I lay on the cold damp grass
It feels that the truth is holding me down with its mass
My sight seems to dim with the lack of contrast
I take my next breath with a distinct lack of interest
One could possibly wonder why here I lay
When there is a place where I know I could stay
But when there it is no different
It seems to be one of no commitment
This place that surrounds me is supposed to be full of opportunity
I wonder does there exist a place that encourages such unity
So I smile to myself to bolster my courage
I will no longer allow others to discourage
To be myself and know my wants
Their words I will never give again a chance to haunt
My freedom from restrictions is my prize
Through time I will learn and become more wise
