Steaming And Screaming Poem by Desiree Whitamore

going through life with my eyes closed, is a feeling i know so well.
not seeing but hearing people laugh, everytime i fought and fell.
trying to make my way in this wonderland full of tears.
i try to get back, yet excelling in my years.
wanting to live out my dreams, is a thought illegal to their minds.
i hate searching for something but not knowing what to find.
i hate wearing a smile while inside i am screaming.
and i hate having to laugh while inside i am steaming.
it's stupid that it doesn't register in their brains,
that the child they raised will never be the same.
sometimes i wish to step out of my tear soaken skin.
and have a girl who wants THEIR dreams to come in.