Cheeky Chatty

Bound by the eyes, hands, and shackled feet Lead into an arena of the unknown With a deafening beat of the heart An eerie silence Surrounded by the elements of dry heat, slight wind, and a burning sun Fear causing mental anguish A lump rising in the throat, preventing vocalization Is it better to see whats to happen? Should I turn from possible pain? Should I fight? Should I plead? Overwhelmed with fear, causing a gravitational pull Kneeling, rocking back and forth An eruption of laughter and tears, loosening what was covering the eyes Blinded by light, and focusing on the chained closed sweaty hands Opening to reveal a key Will you free yourself to face whats to come? Will you remain bound, and give up? What will your choice be? Inspiration:   Demi Lovato's Skyscraper

One day at work, a customer I never met before looks at me and asks if I could sing; in which I responded with no.  She then gave me a disappointed look, that was also slightly sour.  Apparently, that wasn't the first time, I have disappointed strangers with my dull life, but it was the first time a look penetrated my outer surface.  At the time, I felt that I should have apologized for not being what she though I was or should be.  In fact, why is it that others seem to think I am not doing what I should be? The other day I was reading my diary.  It is of 12 years old, and I began writing in it during the summer before my senior year of high school.  Continuously, I write for years about how I'm not really doing what I would like to be doing.  Flash forward...same thing.  Constantly, I live in the land of ideas and wishful thinking in my head.  However, the reality of it all is that I'm scared to step out of my comfort zone of a robotic li...