Whirlwind.
I’m lost in a whirlwind of people and sounds,
trapped in a world where my head always pounds.
Where my mother sings songs I don’t understand,
where my father’s not here to give me a hand.
Where my sister is favored and I’m stuck alone,
in this shitty apartment that I call a home.
Where all that I yearn for is deep, dreamless sleep,
but get colors and pictures that I’ll never keep.
Where all that I want is a boy that will stay,
not someone to use me and leave the next day.
I envision something permanent.
I wish for something real.
But honestly, what I covet most
is the ability to feel.
