FicWad

/Enjoy this poem while I go make myself some food... I wonder if peanut butter, marmite and pickle would make a good sandwich... /

I’m fed up of being trapped.
Wherever I go I feel the same.

In school I’m trapped by people,
All ready to judge and hate me.

At home I'm trapped by these walls,
Encasing me and closing in.

Even outside I'm trapped,
By the sky and the wind.

Wherever I go I feel the same.
It makes me want to scream.

I want to scream at the people,
Show them I'm not shy and quiet.

I want to scream at the walls,
Knock them down with my voice.

I want to scream at the wind,
Overpower it and make it calm.

It makes me want to scream.
I’m fed up of being trapped.


So R&R? Please?
Btw, putting peanut butter, marmite, pickle and lemon curd between bread makes an awesome sandwich! Thought I'd share :)