What is this?
I’m happy. Right?
Then why do I feel so hindered?
Why does it feel less like a choice,
And more like chains?
Are these my true feelings or
Is the devil trying to get the upper hand?
I just need some time away.
Just some time that isn’t full of someone.
Just when I begin
I’m snatched away by an interruption.
Footsteps on the ground
Someone looking over my shoulder.
A pat on the back.
A kiss on the head.
Each seems so benign.
So why do I cringe when it happens.
I just want to shout.
Let me breath
Set me free.