Draw of Dreams By Jasen Sousa

Draw of Dreams


Young girl in her teens
laying in her room in her torn jeans
trying to figure out what it all means.
Through her ceiling beams, hearing screams,
writing it all down, storing it in her draw of dreams.

Speaking
about how I feel
isn’t always ideal.
Reciting silent words
to a family that barely listens .

Pain has built up
inside my inner walls
and is released to the world
in the form of sentences ,
from my mind onto the line,
a storm of squalls.

Pictures of heroes falling off my walls
from fighting going on upstairs.
Trapped inside a fortress
of my own fears.

I search for a way out,
but the only thing that appear s
are these familiar tears.

Everyone always harasses me
about what I wear.
They don’t understand
this type of self expression.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
they still can't see my depression.

Everyone always has a suggestion,
but never an answer for the way I am feeling.
I feel like my life is being taken from me,
that’s why I resort to stealing.

I like to sleep during the day
and live through the silent night.
The only time in my life
I don’t have to hear a violent fight.

I dream of my prince
who will rescue me from this madness
and show me a different world
that doesn’t revolve with sadness.

My walls painted with blackness.

I can’t see past my young hand.

Young girl in her teens
laying in her room in her torn jeans
trying to figure out what it all means.
Through her ceiling beams, hearing screams,
writing it all down, storing it in her draw of dreams.




Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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