My Little Box

As time flies by
My eyes hurt from 
staring at the light.
Where can I go?
What do I do?
I can't escape,
I'm trapped in this
small little box.
No way out.
No doors, No holes.
Nothing.
No one trying to
help me out.
No one trying to 
break down these
walls.
Except for one
person.
That person being 
her.
She tries to rip down
the walls.
She tries to pull me
out. 
But the walls reattach
themselves.
She's the only one
trying.
No one else.
Now for you my hidden
crush.
You will never try as 
much as she does.
So stop trying to 
succeed.
Cause you will never 
get me.
Now all I hear is the
irking noises from
my brothers.
The bickering from my
mother.
All these noises.
Its driving me crazy.
My father,
no longer my father.
More of a sperm donor.
Though I wish I came out
with his eyes.
I wish I came out with
his long, tight, curly hair.
When he was supposed to
be in my life,
he went off and married
a wife.
But his wife is more of a
father.
My father and my 
connection,
there is no connection.
My stepmother and my 
connection,
is beautiful.
So why can't my father
be the father he is
supposed to be? 
My tight little box is
collapsing on top of me.
I can no longer gasp for
air. 
Cause there is no air for me
to gasp from.
I can't breathe no more.
So just going to lay here 
and die.
In my small little box.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Kelley Avatar
July 31, 2013 at 12:27 AM
I enjoyed this so much and I can relate to the 'noise' and the feeling of being confined and isolated. Great write, thank you for sharing!
De Jesus Avatar
February 27, 2014 at 5:00 PM
Thank you for reading it :).
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