A Colorful Fight- Speech Poems

Trapped by Anonymous.

There is no way to make what I think
Sound beautiful,
Or moving,
Or to make it flow,
So here it is.
It is blunt.
But it is the truth.

I am trapped.

This is a disease I cannot rid of.
These uncountable, unwanted curves,
And two mountains that reside on my chest,
That I am ready to rid of.

I am trapped.

Where there should be a low, raspy voice,
Is a high-pitched voice,
That always gives me away.

I am trapped.

There are soft, merging lines
Instead of sharp, straight lines.

I am trapped in my own body.