on the inside
I had a dream but it was nothing like Martin’s
I dreamt that I was in a box a box of darkness
no one on the outside could hear me
no one on the outside could see me
no one on the outside could feel my pain
but it didn’t stop me from screaming their names
I saw a crack in the box
time to escape
but no it was covered in tape
but I could see light something I haven’t seen in days
I could see folk smiling my way
greeting and conversing this away as if… it was me…
was it me?
is someone impersonating my charm and wit?
it couldn’t be.
no one could be that sick.
to hid my pain and lock me away
In box
but in the mirror this impersonator looked
and I saw it too
it was me.
I have been hiding myself in a box
I have locked away my pain
IN A Box