You look around

Is it suffocating or enlightening

Are you swimming or drowning

Are you free or engaged

own yorself or be enslaved

Who really gives a sshit but you

Cry or laugh

Laugh or cry

What the **** are you looking at either way

*******

I changed.

I told everyrone I ******* changed

It's still there

A shard of glass was stabbed into me.
unwanted, uninvited.
It stuck, familiarised, but unmentioned.
I tried to pull it out, but it was watched
By darkened shadows
Painted as friendly flowers.
I pulled it free
But the sun sank
The shadows freed
The shard replaced
Repeatedly.