Trapped by a clear glass
People surround me,
Laughing and pointing
Like I'm an exhibit at a zoo
Right in front of them, yet hidden
Deafening screams echo
Head pulsing
Thoughts in overbearing waves
Salt water encapsulating
My cold shaking body
Tears.
Why did I do this to myself?
I swear I can hear cracking
From the pounds of my fist against the glass
I open my clenched eyes
But the glass is still new
And I'm still trapped.
I exhale all the air from my lungs
And swim to the very bottom
Before I fade,
I hear muffled clapping and cheers
Beyond the glass walls
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
