Admiration of Sylvia Plath

I drift into a haze, obsessed with my future days

It's delicate & translucent, all I see is glass

Imagine my confusion, for these stay in science class

A bell jar of sorts, me a captive of its weight

Not one or two things, there were many that made me take the bait

One must understand, the glass won't ever ascend 

No matter your struggle, no flexibility will it lend

Sylvia Plath, a poet & romantic in my eyes

Some can't understand that because she only wished to die

Can't that be memorizing, the most pure form of art

She unapologetically reveals the raw emotions of her heart

To a certain point she's brave, independent you could say

I wish I could bring myself to do it, every other day

Despite her loved ones, the world & its thoughts

She ended the pain that this life had brought

Selfish you may say, without a doubt 

But maybe it's because you'll never understand what "The Bell Jar" was about