Locked ! I don't like it.
"come inside" My mother said.
She placed her palm upon my head.
I grudgingly move inside our house.
Where it is the dead of night,
when the sun is out.
I want to run through the street,
or even lay on a beach.
I want the sun to look down,
and stare me in the face.
I want it to try and burn me
and me to call it a disgrace.
I hear the children playing
how I loathe them through the night.
They taunt me with their noise,
and bring tears to my eyes.
My mother can't understand,
no matter how hard she tries.
I want to live in the sun,
or I do not have a life.
I wrote my mum a letter,
made sure everything was right,
then dropped it in her bedroom,
in my dead of night.
I went to my room
and grabbed the curtains at the base.
I ripped them from the wall,
and let the sun coarse my face.
I was covered in blister.
Covered in sores.
The sun practically killed me,
but it was worth it of course.
