The Source of my Insanity: Suburbia

I want to fly away, away from the average teenager’s life.
I want to fly far from suburbia.
From the cookie cutter houses and the white picket fences.
Over the mailboxes and streetlights lining the cul-de-sacs.
I want to soar to a far away land; somewhere unheard of and uninhabited.
My wings taking me to abundant hills and fields.
I want to explore other cultures and people’s lives.
I long to discover other religions; religions that i was not born into.
My decisions are my own, as are my beliefs.
I want to fly, right out the window of that barren icebox that is my room.
Fly not only to the wild jungles, but also to the concrete jungles of the city.
Thousands of people, pacing like ants in an ant farm.
Thousands of lights, shining like stars drowning in a black abyss.
I desire to find what’s out there and grasp it as my own.
This life I live now is what I’ve always known.
I want to see if there really is more than this.
Take me to greater heights, heights I’ve never known before.
My burning need to get out of “the norm” continues to ignite from within

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this poem is about how suburbia can make a person go insane. it’s about the need to get away and explore the unknown


city, suburbia, wild, unknown, jungle, insane, far away


  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooover 4 years ago

    wonderful writing…keep striving…

  • thank you _

    – Chelsea Fox

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