I’m trapped in a box
But that box is my vessel
And my vessel is my body
And my body is me
Trapped within myself
My thoughts contorted
Into grotesque thoughts
I once believed were only visible in nightmares
My body no longer feels like my own
I feel as if this is just an out-of-body experience
As I gaze upon the shell of who I once was
Confused by what I have become
I’m perpetually confused
Forever in a daze
Aimlessly drifting
As my past and present selves conflict
If I am who I once was
And not who I currently am
Then who exactly is the person
Staring at me in the mirror
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
I’m trapped in a box
But that box is my vessel
And my vessel is my body
And my body is me
Trapped within myself
My thoughts contorted
Into grotesque thoughts
I once believed were only visible in nightmares
My body no longer feels like my own
I feel as if this is just an out-of-body experience
As I gaze upon the shell of who I once was
Confused by what I have become
I’m perpetually confused
Forever in a daze
Aimlessly drifting
As my past and present selves conflict
If I am who I once was
And not who I currently am
Then who exactly is the person
Staring at me in the mirror
Depression sad sadness paradox poem freeverse coping mechanism method depressed metaphor trapped within oneself