Sometimes I feel as though I am trapped
In a little box in the middle of a room
In the middle of the world.
And I am trapped.
I feel as though the world is trying
To force itself together so that the pressure
Will crush the box and extinguish my life.
My being. And my hands are above my head.
Curled, like a baby, I crouch, scared
In the box. In the dark
Where no one can see the outside light.
