The words never seemed to flow like they should
I kept thinking sub-consciously don't write differently
Don't do what's natural to me
My mind kept saying
Stay in the box.
Stay in the box.
Stay in the box.
Stay in the box.
Stay in the box.
DON'T you DARE LEAVE THE BOX
DON'T MOVE OUT OF THE BOX
DON'T DO IT.
STAY IN THE BOX.
STAY IN THE BOX.
STAY IN THE BOX.
STAY IN THE BOX.
STAY IN THE BOX.
I just want to be me.
I just want someone to tell me that everything is going to be okay.
So, I stayed in the box until there was no light left, and no way out.
Consumed by the darkness around me it feels like there is no hope left
So what do I do?
I just want to know that I am not alone.
I am suffering
There is no one here.
Nothing is in my control.
Yet everything is in my control.
Choices are mine to make
Why do I let others dictate them for me?
I am still in my box because that's all I know
My box.
YOU ARE READING
The Potential To Be Anything
No FicciónI have never shown my true self and as I have grown over the years. My abilities to write has changed with who I am. I finally understood that art in its true form transcends all the boundaries. It pure unadulterated emotions. This is my first attem...
