I am trapped.
Inside a body that is 2 sizes too small for my soul.
It constricts me in such a way that breathing is nearly impossible.
I wish my skin could tear.
I wish it were made of something as delicate as rose petals.
For when i look in the mirror.
I find the person staring back at me a complete stranger.
I believe god has made a mistake.
I believe he bottles my soul up in the wrong vessel.
Because this body.
Although i admire its pretty face and nice shape.
Does indeed.
Belong to someone else entirely.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
I am trapped.
Inside a body that is 2 sizes too small for my soul.
It constricts me in such a way that breathing is nearly impossible.
I wish my skin could tear.
I wish it were made of something as delicate as rose petals.
For when i look in the mirror.
I find the person staring back at me a complete stranger.
I believe god has made a mistake.
I believe he bottles my soul up in the wrong vessel.
Because this body.
Although i admire its pretty face and nice shape.
Does indeed.
Belong to someone else entirely.
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