i've tried so hard,
so hard,
to mould myself into what
you wanted me to be,
sharpened my edges,
broke my bones to fit into your box,
and while i was in there,
i still yearned for your acknowledgement,
to see that i'm trying.
sometimes i would cry and wish i would die, because your box was so hard to fit in,
and sometimes i would wish that i didn't have to.
but then one day my cramped finger poked a hole through your box, permitting light to seep through the darkness within.
i then asked myself,
but when have you ever even thought of what i wanted?
my preferences?
and that's when i came to a conclusion
that you have not once thought of accommodating my lifestyle and needs.
oh, no. you wouldn't dare.
nor would you care.
it's always been bout you.
and that was my mistake; making it all about you.
how did i expect you to ever put me first when i was last on my own priority list?
and that's when i broke free
and climbed out of your box.
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
