I am caged.
Trapped behind perfection,
trying to hide my imperfections.
I am trapped.
Locked behind Iron bars of forced calmness.
I am bound and forced to kneel down.
forced to get on with my life.
forced to become something I know I'm not.

Someone I want to refuse to be.
I am changing beyond what I want to change.
I am being molded,
something I swore I wouldn't do.
I am hanging by a noose, and there's nothing I can do.
My blade isn't sharp enough.
So I'll be here,
suffocating until my neck breaks,
strangled,

                       by my perfect

                                  Imperfections.
© Karia FelWell