Once free, always longing to be free again...
This anger fills me, needing to spill out...
Standing in a room with the screaming baby, yelling parents, crying little girl...
I realize that i wasn't missing anything alone in my big house...
I wish to return to that life, the one where i lounged in bed all day and had not a care in the world...
Not aloud out, no one aloud in, my mind falls apart as all i hear, day and night is the screaming and yelling of family...
Feeling my anger build, i grab my markers, and explode onto the paper...