Is to not be trapped in this box that I have created around me.
Outside of the box lives me, as you see me now.
Outside of the box lives me, a woman of smiles and laughter.
Outside of the box lives me, one who will never show any weakness and be strong for those that show theirs.
Outside of the box lives me, one who will make sure that people are happier than her at all times.
But then there's the other me, the one trapped inside the box.
She bangs against the glass walls, her voice screaming and echoing in the inner walls of the box.
Inside of the box lives me, one I will never show.
Inside of the box lives me, a woman who will scream at you if you piss her off. A woman that will tell you to stay away from touching her friends and family.
Inside of the box lives me, a woman who wants to keep people from feeling their troubles, to reach out to them and tell them that 'Everything will be alright'.
Inside of the box lives me, a woman wanting to keep happiness for myself, but "happiness isn't just found. You have to grab it and hold on to it tightly and never let it go".
Why can't the girl living out of the box and the girl living in make one person instead of being separate?
Synnie P o p
· Tue May 17, 2011 @ 08:19am · 0 Comments