My Little Box Poem by Akua Achampong

I'm trapped and i can't move...
These four walls of my little box are too hard to break through.
I can't do it anymore;
My walls are moving in and my hearts too sore.
All that is left is an empty shell of the former me,
cause ive left the building...
ive broken free!
But my body lags behing and won't let me change,
and i know the world is ever morphing-
but i'll still stay the same.
So break the walls of my little box,
so i can finally breathe
Break the walls of my little box...
i think i'm ready to leave.