Pretty bluebirds 

I want to be one of them

Dandelions that cover the dirt 

I want to be one of those

Insignificant beautys that are praised

for simply being

They get to be in the sunlight with no words

to encourage them

I want to go out and see them

but a black cloud blocks me from seeing

I feel the grass and warmth of the sun

but everything is dark

Rain drops fall from my cheek

I think it's rain

Vengeful clouds wrap around me

I am too scared to move

to yell help 

The doorknob is slippery 

I collapse against the door

Pretty bluebirds and dandelions wait for me 

in your world

I am still stuck in mine