crumple up the pain.
bleed it out,
thoughts you can’t explain.
you are choking on air
on pressures transparent
on stresses inherent
you wish to be alone
but not to be rejected
you wish to be protected
until you have grown.
You feel contained, completely restrained
by all the expectations that they hold
by deception; all the lies that you have told
and thus your heart is shadow-stained.
you can scream, shout, and slice away at the barriers around you,
but when your weapon has dulled, it takes much to break through.