The BoxA Poem by Thinker
It's quite confusing but thats why I quite liked what Ive written because you have to explore the deeper meaning x Basically about being trapped
There are four walls around me,
Walls that you yourself made,
All of a sudden I can’t see,
But I know you won’t come to my aid.
I’m sceptical of your “love”,
That to you comes as a shock,
You think you’re from above,
And me, just a bug from the dock.
You say I don’t know much,
I’m too inexperienced, too small,
Hold your pitying touch,
And watch as I grow tall.
I know you think I’m weak,
And people use me by force,
It’s because I differ from your cliques,
That and my “persona” of course.
The walls are shrinking fast,
Restraining me against life,
I hope I stop breathing last,
So you can’t use your knife.
© 2011 Thinker
Added on January 8, 2011
Last Updated on January 8, 2011
London, Croydon, United Kingdom
AboutHeyy :) What can I say, I'm just me really, a 15 year old striving to live in a world where dreams don't always come true. Sometimes I get ecstatic over little things, sometimes I get depressed over l.. more..
People who liked this story also liked..