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Jan 2013
You can’t see me.
I don’t really blame you.
You only see the walls the world has built around me.
As much as I try to joke about this box
As loud as I scream that I am a person
You see a box.
I try my hardest to charm my way out
You only see the walls.
I fight it. I don’t want to be the girl in a box anymore.
I work.
I’m trapped.
I can’t get out of the box, and you will never understand why.
You’ll never know why I don’t just get out.
I can’t.
I wouldn’t want you to feel this way.
To you, I’ll just be a box.
No one can love a box.
Anna Ray
Written by
Anna Ray  Utah
(Utah)   
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