Suitcase Poem by Rupert P

Lock me in a suitcase,
One you call mine.
My bones begin to break/
As you try to force it shut.
Use a lock.
Beat it up.
Force me in until I cannot breathe.
The suitcase is too small,
I am too big.
Bruises are my body.
You are winning the war.
There was no battle for I know no more.
Twist and turn my limbs,
They still will not fit.
The suitcase was not made for me
I was not made for it.
Continue to push and shove,
to beat and beat
I cannot fit,
I will not fit.
It is not my suitcase.