I want to leave this place, devoured by polluted skies.
Drowning in smog and crushed by the mountain of trash.
This is the place where me and my irises were painted,
and this is the melting capital that I call home;
despite the abnormalities that it has sculpted.
Overflowing people wherever I go, decisions pushed down my throat.
Only science is valuable they say or even business might be fine.
But my screams are deadly silent.
I have swallowed enough and now I will definitely leave.
I tell myself repeatedly but no one stands beside me.
Except those sparrows that have survived in this chaotic city.
They survived in grey so I can too; is what I thought in blue.
As my legs remained chained with forceful love and grasping comfort.
I fly outside of that grasp using my words as a weapon.
This time I won’t be stopped as I apply for that admission.
Sometimes too much love can hurt and eat all your dreams as they die.
That is why I left this place,
It is a forever goodbye.