The Box

I'm confined, trapped, in a box

Everyone refuse to let me out

No matter how much I scream or cry, I'm stuck

 

I pound on the walls, hoping to break them

But it's impossible

The box remains whole

I remain confined in the box

 

I want out 

I want a taste of freedom, of real living

Even for a second

But it's impossible, I'm trapped in this box

This poem is about: 
Me

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