DREAM AGAIN

I would say that I grew up in this city
But rather, I've spent my life in a concrete box
For the cars on the streets just seem to be stuck 
in an unending mannequin challenge.
All the heartlessly challenging schedules and loneliness
Concocted with all the hidden regrets 
mixed with the pitch black smoke
that takes over our skies
Is enough to make you lose your mind
And make you so cold, like the feeling 
of fresh snow on your skin.
Lost in blue, you helplessly attempt to hide it
With expensive cars, jewelry and make-up
But honey, you're still empty on the inside.
Is this the sound of a heart breaking?
Because I'm not even sure if I've still got one.
But in peace, I shall learn to shed tears, once again
And perhaps learn to dream again.

In this city,
Come what may,
But we must never lose faith in ourselves 
And let others take over our actions and decisions.

The writer is a grade 7 student of Sunbeams School.