Leave Me Be
I sit here, yes, in these four walls,
by Sarah Louise Persson
I sit here and I wait,
For time will surely pass this way
And make me leave, as if I'm late.
I wouldn't go if up to me,
I'd lock each door, close every gate,
It slaps my face, it punches me,
It tortures me, it won't abait.
This place is where I hide away,
A place where I can spend my day,
Not bothered with the people round,
Not bothered by the worldly sounds.
I have no will to entertain,
No urge to even speak,
Inside I barely need to breathe,
Inside I'm tired, my mind is weak.
Why can't you people understand,
I just dont want to hang around,
I just don't want to laugh or smile,
You talk too loud, that wretched sound.
I wish to pause inside my head,
And be myself just naturally,
To be the weird, misunderstood,
To write my thoughts, just generally.
This fast paced world is not for me,
I like a slow paced certainty,
Bars set too high, dictated days,
No, leave me here, please leave me be.