Well if it wasn't already obvious due to the name this is a place for me to share my terrible excuse for poetry I will try and keep it updated but i have been having bit of a writers block lately. And feel free to poke fun or give me tips as you see fit I thrive on critisim (But no one will give it?)
I feel trapped
In a box of others design
This box barely transparent
But, with each passing day it grows stronger
With each person who judges me,
With every look I gather,
With the words they say,
The box is solid now
I have a solitary window
The walls are changing
Slowly
The walls have become bars
Their opinions, thoughts, and feelings, the foundation and structure
Their disapproving eyes the warden
Their words the guards
I shiver small and frail
Like a body slowly draining of i