I can't breathe. I'm sorry but I can't breathe.
You want me to be more than what I am.
People laugh, cry, live, while I lie.
I fear I'm not human.
I am not you.
They all hide their true feelings behind masks,
But I have no mask. I am exposed.
Masks are safety blankets that
Keep you fitting in.
I want to fit in.
No, correction: You want me to fit in.
Fit into your perfect mold of who I need to be.
No, correction: Who you want me to be.
To fit into the right things to say.
No, correction: What you want me to say.
To look, feel, and act the part of a human.
Or at least what you think human is.
A box only holds those who don't look up.
There is no structure or mold.
If I'm not human no one is.
So I keep looking up.
Up to a new me.
But then again, I do lie.
- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.