I can't recall when I first realised
the walls which encapsulate me,
starving my lungs of the pure air
which glimmers through the cracks.

No physical chains bind me to my prison
yet I am still always in search for the key
scraping at the corners I grasp for freedom,
however, I know it is out of my reach.

Some days I would part my chapped lips,
wondering if the confession would spill
but some part of me within always knew
I am not strong enough to be myself.