Boxed Up
TRAPPED IN A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NO WAY OUT TIME STANDS STILL AS EVERYONE MOVES WITHIN ME.
ANGRY LURES ALL AROUND ME TO WHERE MY VOICE IS UNHEARD.
THERE IS NO OUTLET TO MY MISERY I AM SUFFOCATING ON THE INSIDE.
THE END OF THE TUNNEL DOESN'T SEEM TO BE ANYWHERE CLOSE.
I CANNOT SCREAM I CANNOT CRY I CANNOT SHOUT I HAVE TO STAY SILENT.
THE LITTLE GIRL ON THE INSIDE IS HURTING AND HAS RESIDED WITHIN MY SOUL.
THE TRUTH SPITS FIRE UNTO ME IT BURNS ME IT SCOLDED ME.
IT SUPPOSED TO HELP ME TO GROW TO PROSPER AND TO YIELD.
HAVE I ALLOWED MYSELF TO BE CONSUMED BY ALL THE UGLINESS OF THE WORLD.
I HAVE TO COME OUT OF THIS BOX I NEED TO BE SET FREE I NEED TO WALK IN THE LIGHT THAT IS SHINING.
NO PITY HAS COME MY WAY I MUST BE TRUTHFUL WITH MYSELF.
I CANNOT KEEP RUNNING FROM LIFE I CANNOT KEEP RUNNING FROM REALITY.
I MUST STAND IN THE TRUTH THAT IS SURROUNDING ME INSTEAD OF DODGING.
I HAVE TO FACE THINGS THAT IS AROUND ME.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2019
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