My body is a cage
It cracks and pops from age
As rust slowly decides to decay
I know it shouldn't be this way
I used to not give the thought the time of day
But now I think about it in every way
Weights on my chest I cannot bare
The pain I see, but do not dare
I do not dare to stare
Or else the cage will shrink and there
Will be no end to my pain
My tears come down like the rain
Drip and drop And drop and Drip
This pain that I cannot grip
Is endless as the night of death
Takes away my limited breath
The tightness of my lungs constricts
With my lungs it conflicts
Pressing down on weights not there
Weights that are too heavy to bare
In my body, I cannot stay
There must be some other way
It climbs and climbs to the light
Wishing to escape this endless night
But as I start to frown
I wear this pain like a crown
It fuels my pain and rage
Because my body is a cage
This is a poem about my dysphoria at the moment. I want to rip my skin off. But it'll be okay.
