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