What Now?

I am so done 

Done with this life and these rules 

These walls in which i am trapped no longer and these parents 

With each argument, with each rule 

The walls get thicker, and the doors are locked tighter.

My room a is chamber 

The kitchen is a hatred radiator 

The dining room is the silence manipulator 

My parents room is Hell,

In which my happiness is dispelled 

This ain't no fairy tale,

My house is a jail. 

It's the break of dawn, 

And shortly I will be gone 

Away is where I'm running

Out the door, 

And far off somewhere stunning

With empty hands, 

I ran more than a mile of land.

My steps halted and...

I blinked my eyes in recognition 

I ran off to zero civilization 

How could my cluttered mind allow 

So I ask myself,

What now? 

By Sarah Libassi