I’m sick of the people I know
Yearning for constant acceptance
Through broken words and rotting nature

I’m sick of my school
A prison of selfish personalities
And meaningless knowledge
Forcing useless formulas into my ears
Like seawater I will later pound out

I’m sick of hiding my feelings
Because that’s just the person I’ve become
And when the perfect moment comes
The perfect being
I leave the words hanging on a dangling string
Soon to be cut by distance and missiles

I’m sick of food
Stuffing myself until my seams burst
Just as a reminder of
An appetite I thought I’d forgotten

I’m sick of seeing adventures pass me by
Like water I try to catch from a crying sky
Slipping through my fingertips
With a careless beat

I’m sick of not being able to do anything
If not for the weakness in my knees
I wish to run to stretch to dance
With all my power, energizing my legs
As I would my lungs
If they were to gasp in surrounding air

I’m sick of distance and time and feeling
Because all of them add up
To the reasons I’m homesick for a place
Which I have only been to once
But wish to never be separated from again

I’m sick of wasting time
Being sick
When I could be changing
Whisking away the reason for which I am sick
And making dreams glisten before my eyes