What would I do if I was finally allowed to be myself?
Maybe I would take a deep breath of air
Maybe I would stretch my legs, sanitize my wounds
After all, I’ve been trapped in your box for god knows how long, seething, angry
Defeated
I’ve spent too long trying to please you, I know this
But despite that, I still keep coming back
In hopes that I will finally do enough, be enough
My false hope sending me flying into your knife like embrace
I wonder how much longer I will be able to keep this up
I cut my own feet open and remove the bones to fit into the narrow shoes you so desperately want me to fill
I bend over backwards, spine unnaturally shattering as I bend to your every command
I rip my own tongue out with my bare hands, just so my silence can appease you
I bleed for you daily, the pain unbearable every time
but you don’t see that, do you?
You don’t see it even when it happens right in front of you
Even when you track my sacrifices across the floor on your daily commutes
I force myself into your mold
Not because I want to, no
But because I am scared of what you will do if i fail to do so
You’ve shown me what happens if I don’t comply
I sit here, silently suffering
My body was never meant for your box
Yet I climb in anyways