maybe
As the time wastes away, she sits there, just listening all of the colorful emotions on the wall.
She wants to tell somebody, anybody about them but no one is around.
Her eyes wander outside through the clouds and speckles of dust in the air.
Looking right at the sun, too bright to keep looking at it.
It takes her back to a time when she was young, running along and stretching her hands out to touch each blade of grass.
Being so happy to be outside, being so free like the person she was meant to be.
And she stared at the sky, the sun, the clouds, and the dust.
It strained her eyes but she didn't have a care in the world.
Her mom yelling in the back to stop staring at the sun.
She was just mesmerised by the beauty.
Now, she rarely stares into the sky.
She's trapped in her house out of her own volition.
But it's okay, cause at times, she stares right back outside and dreams of being that kid again.
Dreams of being free from all the burden she carries.
It's displayed on her wall of colorful emotions.
Each one unique with both pros and cons.
Each one so hard to control.
She sits there and hopes for a change,
One day.