The space is cramped.
Huddled against the wall with no way out,
Not moving despite sore bodies.
The only way to look is out.

I look to the sky,
A blue that is hard to describe
And clouds as fluffy as cotton.
I trace animals in them.

I sigh,
I feel alone despite the crowd around me.
I dont know them
And they don't know who I am.

Even though this deep feeling of melencoly and dread
Has filled me to the brim,
There is a new feeling within me.
I think it is called Freedom.

I feel like I could dance
I could sing
Or even just talk with others
Even though I'm terrified.

I have a deep sense of longing.
Despite the freedom,
I am homesick for my family.
We talk all the time yet I feel their warmth go further away.

Is this freedom good?
Or is it another trap?
Am I another bird,
Trapped in a cage with no song?

(Idk what I fucking did, curse my creative writing teacher for making me this way. Im still trapped on this fucking bus and its giving me a headache. Im so tired, I don't know what to do. WAIT I SAW A FUCKING HORSEEEEEE BROOOOOOOOO

back to what I was saying. I haven't been to the restroom since 13 hours ago (terrible, I know) havent had a decent meal since last night dinner, woke up at 4:07 am to leave, my fucking ass hurts and my neck is cramping. I hate this so much, I still have absolutely no idea anything about the people in my buddy group or roomates.)