I hate that this always happens. I really thought that I caught the grasshopper this time. But as time and time again he somehow managed to slip away. He got away by a thin thread and as always I was so close...
I took a chance. I made a change. I thought that this was my moment, to breakaway. I so desperately need to. I try my best to belong in this world I was placed in. I really do. I keep trying to fit in as best as I can. I try to reach out, yet I feel like no one can hear me. I try to blend in but something feels so wrong here...
So I continue to stare out my window. Thinking and dreaming of what could be and if I'll ever end up happy. I'm willing to do what it takes. I won't stop running after it. I know I said I'd give up so many times, but I never really do...
One day I'll spread my wings. Just watch me. My day is coming. But until then all I can do is pray. Pray that one day I indeed do breakaway...
