Write words I cant say

sound

I use to hear the ocean like really hear it

filled with kids laughter

I use to be one of those kids

the parents playing with them

I use to have those parents,

music use to be an exit

a place where no one could take me away

now its just a closed door

one I keep pushing up against,

but it wont budge

my room use to be silent

sitting on my bed

under the covers no one could take me

now its a place where my thoughts can get the best of me

where my life starts to become real

the voices yell at me to do this be this act this way

I remember when we only had soft sounds

now its only a mad house

one way in and no way out

sound use to have a exit now there is only an enter