Freedom:A collection of poems

Head pounding Brain on fire Is that what you want to hear? Laying in bed all day That is what you consider a problem? You don’t see my problems because I try to hide. I try to smile when I’m in my darkest hour. I try to be your sunflower. In my field of gray I try to hide it all away. Dark,empty box of loneliness No control over my emotions That is my truth. Is that what you want to hear? No, I am not strong anymore, Now that I told my story I am weak, Ask me again why I was hiding. I try to smile in my darkest hour. I try to be your sunflower, In my field of gray, I try to hide it all away. Sometimes in another world I am free and happy. I laugh,my lips turn up into a mischievous smirk. Then the high goes away and I drop so low. I am in the dark,crawling around,grasping at straws just trying to break the pattern. I am not an addict,no what can I be addicted to when I was born this way.Does that make me so crazy? Hide,hide away! My head is screaming at me. My heart is the crazy one! I am thirsting to be accepted,how I would love to be wanted! But to you that is desperation,desperation is weakness, and I am not weak,in the middle of my breaking I work with all my might to find a better life, What can I do but hide away and be your sunflower?