Thoughts I Had Today

Caged Up Flower Boy

I look at the mirror and I do not feel like myself
As if the body I am in
I do not own

Who am I?
Who am I supposed to be?
Am I really unhappy with this person
in front of me?

When introduced
I always hear the words that I do not like
A sharp pang from my chest
Like a stab from a needle
It's small, but it's there
It increases each time they say it
As if a thousand needles are left in my heart

Untouched
But the throbbing pain
Aches

Why am I unsatisfied?
What do I do?
I do not feel like I have fully decided
to change this yet
So what now?

But it is all so suffocating
I feel trapped
Yet the path ahead of me are separate
And I do not know which road to take

I am not confident yet to take the first step