Suffocation.
Pressing me into the wall.
Giving me nowhere to go.
But sit there.
Inside a box.
No where to go.
Until the wind picks up.
And the walls fall down.
Though the walls are gone.
I can't leave.
Suffocation.
Paralyzed in a corner.
Afraid to move.
So I sit here.
Sit here and watch.
Watch those around me.
And when I'm approached.
My chest gets tight.
Voice gets soft.
Smile out of nowhere.
Giving my face the feeling of ceramic.
Just another lie no one can see.
Suffocation.
Looking in from a window.
Too scared to open up.
And too drained to care.
So I sit here.
Where it feels safe.
Drinking myself into comfort.
Staying within the box.
Where I'm left to suffocate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem