The net returns

When I first found out that we were 

caught in the hellish net again, 

the blood drained out of my head and 

I 

screamed.

I stayed up as late as I could, but sleep took me.

 Little old me really had hope.

 The morning of November 6,

my mom came into my room.

 She was crying.

She sat on my bed.  

Im sorry, she said.

I sat up in bed and screamed 

NO!

 I went to school where boys were 

high fiving in the hallways, 

meanwhile I was 

crying and hugging my friends as I knew 

that we were back in a dictatorship, 

good lord, 

why did it come to this?!

Can’t we change?

SNL skits make it a bit better, 

as does dogs and blankets and sleep, 

but the constant reminder that we are 

trapped 

and not 

free 

replays in my head, 

constant nightmares, where I can’t run nor hide.

So what to do now?

Everyone tells me,

Have faith.

But I’m not religious.