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I live in a box
I’ve adapted to all its edges
Taking its form
I am trapped in its shape,
Contained.
In here, I am safe,
Yet alone
Solitude so bitter
I am stone cold
I am tired of holding myself together
I want to break free,
But I do not want to shatter,
I want to melt
So I long for a warm embrace
To render me shapeless
I am that person you never see
As if I had a talent of invisibility
All I want is for someone to see me
Perhaps, that will never be
If I were to break
But no one was around to see
If I were to scream
But no one was around to hear
If I were to disappear
But no one came to look for me
Do I still exist?
Leave, is all people do
Believe, is all I do
I don’t know what is real,
Nor what to feel
We’re so cold inside that
We get good at breaking ourselves
Then we try so hard
To put those broken pieces
In places they do not fit
We try to make people care because
We want to feel needed and loved
And that’s how we hide our pain,
We create more of it
Think about it
Can we really say we love flowers
If we pick them up just to let them die?
Is it really love if we never really care
Because all we do is see
But we never really look
Sometimes we just love the idea of a person or of people based on what we see, but we don’t really know what’s beneath the surface.
Poem By: Alyssa Kate Angeles
