my mouth is a cage.
a metal, rattling box where all the words bounce around.
but the words never escape.
because i can't find the key.
sometimes i think there is no key,
but then someone hands it to me
and some of the thoughts flow out.
and the cage shuts quickly before i say something people will have opinions on.
if people have opinions on my thoughts, people will have opinions on me.
and if that happens, i fear of falling.
falling,
down,
down,
into an abyss of everyone's opinions of me.
and soon,
in the blink of an eye,
i'll become their words.
i'll beg for their approval.
and i won't be me,
but rather,
society's refection of me.