Pretender Poem by LeighAnna Williams

So many words are left inside a storage waiting for the day when their purpose will arrive bringing them together.
I feel as though my heart is confined within a miniature box breaking because there's no room to grow.
I've noticed that even in my dreams I am not myself.
I do not feel real.
I see life from another's eyes almost as if I'm trapped & I'm not who I've grown to believe.
How do I fix what's invisibly broken?
How do I gain what is unreachable?
Why must everything that seems so simple honestly be difficult.
I only care so much & the rest of me just seems to linger....
Will I regain reality for what it truly is or will I be at another's doorstep
knocking to step into yet another dream that isn't my own?
I exhale only to strain again and again and again.
The aching.