I am me. Trying to stay free of any and all forms of tyranny. Expectations and assumptions beat me down. I am being crammed into a glass box 5 sizes too small for my body, Being crushed on all sides as the walls close in around me, Banging fists of fury as I seek a fault in its corners. I cannot find a single one.
I cannot recall the time or place when it all began, The words came slowly at first, trickling in. Soon they were cascading into my mind. I knew if I didn't break free I'd drown.
I can hear the voice, But my screams are shut out by society-plugged ears.
Words shackling me to these transparent walls, Throat burning as screams yield to croaks, Lungs bursting from the foreign atmosphere filling them, Mind shattering in the way i wish glass did, Thoughts breaking as words come crashing in.