The Box Project

by Katie Wilson

I don’t like this box of my own making

This box that puts people at ease

I’m always worried about other people’s ease

What if I’m not what they make?

What if I stretch out my arms and legs and break the box?

It’s becoming suffocating, the forcible facade I’ve found myself in

It doesn’t feel like I’m whole, crowded in all this shade

One day I’ll gain the strength

To let myself stay the same