on the inside

I had a dream but it was nothing like Martin’s

I dreamt that I was in a box a box of darkness

no one on the outside could hear me

no one on the outside could see me

no one on the outside could feel my pain

but it didn’t stop me from screaming their names

I saw a crack in the box

time to escape

but no it was covered in tape

but I could see light something I haven’t seen in days

I could see folk smiling my way

greeting and conversing this away as if… it was me…

was it me?

is someone impersonating my charm and wit?

it couldn’t be.

no one could be that sick.

to hid my pain and lock me away

In box

but in the mirror this impersonator looked

and I saw it too

it was me.

I have been hiding myself in a box

I have locked away my pain

IN A Box