There's a girl. She's locked in a dark room with nowhere to go. She has nothing to do except face that large door which blocks her from the outside world; reality. After staring at the door continuously, she continues to shout, "Let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT!". She finds her countless shouts futile and doesn't know what to do or expect. Tears stream down her face as she continuously cries and cries. All she can do is cry in loneliness and shout in anger, waiting to be let out. She realizes she won't ever be able to get out of the darkness. But she begins thinking that someone is out there for some odd reason. Talking to the door, she says,"I know you're out there. One day I'll get out of this miserable place and express what I feel in rage and destroy everything out there. Especially you. You'll feel my pain and wish you never locked me in this room. It was nice talking to you whoever you are." Who may you ask that has locked her in that room? I am the one who locked the girl in the room.
we all have the need to lock something up inside
ReplyDeletewer afraid it will get out and revel ur weakness
wer scared it will hount us and make ppl judg us for it. we all have a secret locked up deep deep inside, beging and yellin to get out.
the sad part is;
r hearts r rasing as we lean agenst that door
slowly sliding to the floor
with our hands to our ears
tring to tone out those horibble wailing of those secrets
that have been thier for years
-whit rabbit
Duckie......Rommie knows who you are. :)
ReplyDelete~Rommie~