by Daisy Haak

Created on: December 11, 2008

Sometimes I feel trapped.
Trapped inside this body of imperfection.
Trapped in my opinions of myself and
Wondering who I am.
I feel locked up at this point in my life.
I don't feel like I can do anything or be anything I want to.
I feel all I can do is wait.
I feel my head will explode or I will break down
And scream.
I'm locked in a room of white,
With nothing to see by my own hands.
Nothing to hear but the sound of my breath.
Nowhere I can go, nothing I can see, and
Nothing I can do.

I'm just trapped.

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