Each morning when I wake up in my bed,

I think of how I’m stuck in my own home.

My house was not supposed to be a trap

This was not my wish, to feel so alone.

The only place I want is to go out.

Isolation just tears my head apart.

Each new day, I can not tell them apart.

Eat breakfast, do school, it’s all in my bed.

One thing I have learned to do is tune out

All the negativity in my home,

Except for mine, I will suffer alone.

I’ll try my best not to fall for the trap.

The trap of laziness, oh what a trap!

Productivity is falling apart.

Going over thoughts in my head alone

While staring at the ceiling on my bed,

I wonder. With all this time in my home,

Are things of the world worth going without?

Too much time on my hands, all plans crossed out,

Yet not enough time, a cycle, a trap.

Clock hands spinning on the wall of my home,

Until the hands on the clock come apart.

Time passes by, most time spent with my bed.

If it weren’t for my phone, I’d be alone.

Except, with my phone, I still am alone.

To not be alone, I need to go out;

Going out means I’m bound to leave my bed.

Once again, I’m left stuck inside a trap.

I yearn to be close, no longer apart,

Yet I am used to this desolate home.

Life with my family inside my home

Makes sure I never get to be alone.

Sometimes I want my own space far apart.

I can not believe I figured it out!

I am the one who is setting the trap,

So I will get up and out of my bed.

I won’t forgo my home, but I go out.

Less alone, no longer inside a trap;

Six feet apart is better than a bed.