Trapped in a glass box, the real me the feelings I have the emotions I have fills the box like Gas, Steam I'm trapped in a glass box and i watch me, i see myself smile from ear to ear but mentally I'm trapped in this glass box and I'm slowly losing air, Out there i put on a costume, but in this box its a glare and and as these emotions fill the air i can no longer see myself out there What's in here is worth more then what's out there but what's out there is a person created by society standards, I'm trapped scared to be freed but as I look up i see me looking at me, trapped but to open this box i have to set my mind free
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JasmineRay (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes we don't be who we truly are, we trap ourselves in this box because we are scared to be who we want to be, scared of what others might say but now it's time to step up, be who you want! Stop being who they want you to be
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