They call summer a time of freedom, A short, fleeting period of joy. Yet I've never understood. To me, summer is loneliness. It's nothing but An unescapable cage of isolation. Alone in my room, Scrolling through content That I won't even remember in an hour. To me, summer is a chain, Binding me to my own thoughts, And separating me from society. Does no one else feel this way? To them, summer is an open door, A world of endless possibilities. But to me, It's a prison, A trap, A wall separating me from the rest of the world. And yet No one sees this wall But me. They call me crazy when I say that summer cages me rather than setting me free. They laugh, they say I'm weird, But someday, in the darkest hours, They'll see the same barrier That I do. But by then It will be too late to change anything.
