We're all imprisoned by the cages we build ourselves.
I'm too awkward for friendship, too ugly for love, too broken for redemption.
Each thought is a brick in the walls of my mind. I've sealed my true self up behind fortifications so tight that even the strongest army can't breach it.
I want to escape, but even the thought of this sweet freedom disgusts me. I am not worthy of anything other than this prison cell.
Anyone with even the slightest chance of discovering my darkness is pushed away before they have a chance to see what I've become. I'd rather be hated than pitied. Big girls don't have weaknesses, and they most definitely do not cry. They can't afford to show the pain boiling inside.
Yes, my anger and my shame are my prison guards, but they're the only constants in my life. I take comfort in these poisonous companions.
My cage may be a heavy burden, but most importantly, it is my home.
