I live in a box
A box full of imagery of desires
Desires I can only touch outside
Desires that leads me to my momentary flight
Why am I always scarred?
Why do I come back twice as boxed, latched and barred?
I want to live with colors
But I’m living with grayscale and nimbus skies
Through their eyes I am golden
Who are they molding?
I am equipped but I am demobilized
I live to be free
Is the world ready for my lesions to see?
My little box heals me, my freedom wounds me
Take me to the in between, the purgatory
Heal me with heaven, free me from hell.
This I deserve. I am worth
These chains, I abort.
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