I think I’m going to explode.
I’ve got to get out of here, right now.
The environment is making me claustrophobic. I can’t breathe.
I am so upset I just want to scream.
But I can’t.

I’m trapped in this tiny space.
There is so much me and it’s all crammed in.
I can’t even move.
The anger is going to kill me, boiling over.
I desire so much to get out of this sarcophagus, this tomb, this shell.

To be a locust, oh how I wish I were.
Surrounded by people who don’t care, who don’t even know.
How I feel.
I feel everything and I want out, NOW.
They can’t hear me, stuck inside here.
They don’t know.

It’s hopeless.
Why me? Why am I stuck here? Why now?
I just want to be free.
Free to run, laugh, cry, free to speak, to be.
Again.

I can’t even get these feelings out.
Set them free, forget!
It’s really crowded in here.
I hate crowds.
Let me out!

Nobody knows, no one can hear.
The twilight zone between my ears.