Who I am

Every Morning, I wake up to my father telling me to get ready for another day in the chamber. I strap on my clothing with a jumbled mind. I try to think of what I need but I quit and go straight to my bag. I start my day's journey by watching robots zoom down the street. Darkness then shrouds my path and gives the feeling of an eternity of walking. After about 5 minutes of wishing, I get granted by reaching the station. As I wait for the train to arrive, the smell of cigarettes and coffee are so strong, I feel as if they are in my system. The women next to me smell like last nights dinner coming back up, while the men walk with an S on their chests with their flashy AJ Wright shoes. As I ignore the growling I hear while in the tunnel snake, I start to wonder; what am I doing here? Then suddenly, I'm united with my friends in a crowded forest of dressy tigers. I crack my first smile with a hammer, and keep hammering away. Sadly, the hammer dulls out once I reach the chamber. My friends and I then serve time in our cells of about 25 people. Being interrogated and forced to give intelligence, I feel as If I don't belong. As if every time I flip a page, more of my brain is eaten. I belong where teenagers are free and we can use a restroom whenever we want. I belong where there's nothing but good friends and food that never runs out. I belong where there are endless shoes. I belong in a bubble bath of air. I belong in a shower of love. I belong in a song of happiness. But that's not where I am. I'm in a repeat of school, life and friends. I'm a normal girl living my life. Just sometimes, the chamber unlocks and you get to see the real me.