Stir Crazy

Well, Christmas has come and gone. It didn't inspire me to write. However, today I went stir crazy. And guess what? I wrote a poem.

Stir Crazy

By Candace Shultz

Pressure builds in my chest.

Anger burns in my veins.

Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks.

I can’t sit still,

So I pace the floors

As screams echo in my head.

Day in, day out, it’s all the same.

The walls are my prison bars,

The windows pictures of a faraway land.

And I’ve lost the key to the door.

I feel a little bit better now.