By Aidan O'Reilly

There is a hole in the wall
I think i know how it got there.
i'd rather not talk about it.
I prefer to watch the birds out my window
Witnessing their flight free's from my chains
But only temporarily does it trick me
I'm still locked up just the same.
But these birds fly so beautifully
They inspire me to try
But my wings have been clipped from prescription
Flying is something the doctors advised against
But this hole in the wall is starting to annoy me
I relate too well with it's emptiness
But I've painted over the scars like clown makeup
I put on this plastic smile to pretend a pleasant face
While my happiness waits for me outside
I can see it through the cracks
Out there with the birds i wish they could carry me
But i'm dead weight from the depression
Crippled by chains created by thinking no body wants me
My feathers aren't beautiful like everyone else's
So i just reside in the cell i created myself.
It acts as a self defense because the world scares me
While I continue to just stare at this hole in the wall
it's starting to bring back memories i locked away
Like a bird in it's cage
I was trying to escape being so lonely
A bird isn't supposed to fly solo
But I just wanted wings again
I wanted to feel the friendship of flight
But my bird brothers had forgotten me.
And this god damn hole in the wall
II remember I've tried to break free from this hell
I used my brain as a battering ram
And i forced my forehead through the plaster screaming
I want to leave, i want to leave, i want a reason to leave
But i must be insane by this point right?
I was born broken from bipolar disorder.
I am an eyesore, an impurity
Stuck within the walls of this society