Trapped

There's another me. . .

inside me.

I can feel her

trying to escape, 

banging on my walls-

Let me out! Let me out!

I swallow hard and

silence the cry.

My crossed arms

fold her in,

my silent lips mock her.

Day after endless day

I ignore her.

And it truly aches,

to have the smallest sense

of how it could be.

Why. Why? Why

do I do it?

Hurting myself,

holding myslef back-

wasting away in silence.

Why is it so impossible. . .

to act normal?

Why can't I, for once,

Just give in to her?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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