There comes a time where all you can do is close doors and scream.
It's when you feel that anger inside of you and you just can't let go.
It's like when your ropes are too strong and you wish they would brake.
It those times when you want to vent so much you forget how loud you're
and how emotional you will get. You wish you could be heard without having
to yell. You're too quick to judge. You hear what you want to and not what
was actually said. You think everyone is out to get you and in reality
everyone wants to help you. You feel worthless. You feel more out of place
then you do normally. You realize that you're different and that it's ok.
You call out for your only friend and the end he/she is nowhere to be found.
By now cops have been called and cuffs and shackles are place on your wrist
s and ankles. As you cry and scream, your only thought, is how did all this
begin? Was it really worth it to bring it this far? In reality did you get
your point across or was there any point to this at all? As you hold your
breath to avoid ever being in this position again you're place in a
holding cell against your will. Although your hands and feet are totally
free you are still bound by reality. A bail is set and nobody will pay.
You make your one phone call to another who you actually think cares and
tells you that you deserve this. Now you're depress, you scream even more
to be heard. Cops end your phone call and place you back in to the cell.
You sleep through the night half awake in a bar bed, as you dream for just
one moment you're a sleep in your own bed and blankets with all that
comfort. But in reality its morning and you're called in the court room
for assault and disturbance of peace charges. For you this is nothing new.
You think you're are going to Niantic, you can only think the worst.
When in reality you're are sent home with a warning and community service.
For all this your point was that you're never understood and that