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