Caged Poem by Sarrah Ibrahim

My optimism is melting into tears,
Taking forever to roll down my cheeks,
Fierce,
It's weighing me down,
Chocking me,
Drowning me,

Searching,
Sifting through piles of cloth,
Seeking something that'll fit us both,
Body and soul,
Maybe then they'll see through that wall,
Less of an alien,
Warm,
Comfortable,

I stare at an empty wardrobe,
Its contents scattered around me,
That used to be me,
I stare at it cold,
Sore,
Extra-terrestrial,

I turn in my chair,
Hoping to keep up,
With my spinning world,
Dizzy,
Dazed,
It's hard to search for the unknown,
Nameless,
How Am I supposed to call it back to me?
How do I know it's to be kept?
Worn-out,
Old fashioned,
Stained,
I wonder... can I buy my own donation?