It isn’t all too bad,

I may still feel between your bars.

There’s that freedom,

so close, yet so far.

 

I slip my arm often through,

to a perspective only my arm will ever see.

My perspective’s striped,

all it’ll ever be.

 

My fingers have touched freedom,

my mind has only known steel.

My bones obey my barriers,

and my heart can’t even feel.

 

I breathe the cold-cuts of oxygen,

that roll in through these gates.

Though slices of air are better than none,

I tend to somehow suffocate.

 

There is so much more out there than in here,

though my horizon arrives quite soon.

I have one wish that I already know is bullshit,

I know I’ll never see the moon.

 

 

I kept my eyes closed,

when I removed my clothes.

Never dared look at my own body,

never dared to be “naughty”.

It crossed me as a sin,

and now every part of me is a virgin.

My heart, my soul,

my eyes, no toll.

But I don’t believe that means I am inexperienced-I’ve done things.

Stolen things that good couldn’t bring.

Broken glass with screams I sing.

When told to be quiet,

I whispered the curses.

Beneath my breath,

I blew away these urges.

I’ve overeaten my desire to be thin.

Feast on image, is that a sin?

Heaven on earth,

can’t find the light.

Tell me I’ve wronged,

when I can no longer fight.

Don’t tell me I’m wrong,

when I can still bear.

The pain you inflict,

it will always be there.

Eat me alive,

with words of your own rage.

Fight your battles,

and leave me the graves.

How long you’ve told me,

what you perceive “right”.

I’ll hold hands to my ears,

and find slumber at night.

Bags of salted humility,

hoard under my eyes.

Lift up these sags,

high into a smile.

The rising sun,

no longer is warm.

See what you’ve done,

nowhere to me is home.

But now regret not,

your bias of “the wild”.

As now I do not fall short,

from purity’s child.