Constricted Poem by Tia Baker

to know how, why, or when
i can't think how i have been
no body sees the trouble
am i in a bubble?

to not feel the love, the hate,
can't anyone see my state
being pushed out
i have nothing else to think about

rejected, over scene, ignored
i have to be restored
how can i if i am so misjudged
to feel the way i am; judged

am i alone, away from every one
no. i just can't break free
don't judge, don't put down
hope is for those like me