sad and anxious

hungry for endorphins

angry and biased

eager to leave

mind racing

I leave my home

but it's not the same

going alone

angry and high strung

I go and I'm trapped

nowhere to run

nothing to help

I come to a gate

of a happy place

a lock keeps me out

so I sit down

and in a parking lot

late in the night

I sit on the ground

and I cry