D-Day when the door was shut tight.

That day, I fell silent, waiting for something uncertain.
In this vast world, I somehow felt small and confined.
I have so many dreams, so many goals
but the world feels distant, out of reach.

It’s like a giant wall stands before me,
blocking my view,
controlling me to stay within the lines.
So much so that I feel guilty
even for stepping an inch outside of them.

My thoughts are forced to stay locked away,
buried deep,
hidden from sight
as if they were never meant to be seen at all.