My German Fairy Tale

I wish I had the speed of a gazelle.

Then I might just be able to escape hell.

I’m on the job and I can’t seem to work.

That’s not like me I enjoy putting in work.

A man outside his purpose is on the road to disaster.

His hands they lay idle, he needs something to master.

My mind feels like a typhoon just hit.

I’m not trying to be here, I need to find the exit right quick.

It doesn’t help that an atrocious insecurity plagues me.

I’m on the restraint from the rest of humanity.

Every time they stare I see it in the eyes.

Looks of scorn and disgust using a smile as a disguise.

The uncomfortable silence that follows is the plight of the situation.

The thin air has been cut, now we’re in another dimension.

How can someone with such a great future ahead;

Regret being born and wish they were aborted instead?

Mommy, don’t worry it wouldn’t be considered as murder.

Let just say you were being considerate because you know I didn’t deserve to;

Be brought in to this so call excuse of reality.

I still love you though and I show no partiality.

My pen, I consider the vault of my thoughts.

But when you put it to paper everything else becomes lost.

This is my refuge; some might say my strong tower.

Being Rapunzel locked away, this is my only power.