I'm a vegetarian now.
Recently, I had a dream. I was eating in the school's canteen.
That's not anything extraordinary except that I was chowing down some chicken meat.
When I realised that, I dug my throat.
With ease, my stomach contents begun pouring out through my mouth.
The stench was overwhelming.
After the first pour, I hurried to the nearby sink.
But my "lunch" poured out as I made my way there.
It was disgusting. It was painful. It was torturous.
I wonder, what's keeping me from telling someone how I feel.
I feel burdened. All these extra baggage which I'm carrying is wearing me out.
The inner me feels so dark and gloomy compared to what everyone sees on the outside.
I keep wanting to confide my troubles in someone but something's keeping me from doing just that.
I feel like I'm tied down by an invisible string.
I want to escape but I can't.
It's cold in here,
Bring me a blanket,
It's dark in here,
Bring me a lamp,
It's silent in here,
Bring me music,
It's lonely in here,
Bring me company.
I'm held a prisoner here,
Help me break free,
I'm tied up in here,
Help me cut the strings,
I'm want to get out from here,
Help me, help me.
I wonder if all the scary nightmares are symbols of my fear and emotions.
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