The Box

I’m standing inside a square wooden box; but you know this, cause you put me here. You built every wall with your simplistic ideals. You know the ones, you told me I was ugly. You said I was strange. The way I repulsed you when you looked at me. Your hatred, cause I did not fit into what you called the norm.

Your lack of understanding, has dubbed me as an animal. I grow angry inside this box. In that anger, I close my fists and pound till my knuckles bleed, my bones break. Now, you call me violent and unfit for society, I just want to be free.

The walls are cracking everywhere. So you lean against it to hold me inside. You want me there, so you don’t have to think about me. I make you afraid, cause the simple ones always fear the unknown. Your weak, and I am brave.

These walls are crumbling. I peer out at you through the holes and cracks. Your eyes grow wide with fear. Mine ripe with determination. You can’t keep me in here. I am too big for this box. I am too big for this world.

Therefore, I’m finally free. You retreat and shiver. I approach and you fold. I’m a monster about to destroy everything that is you. So you think. I raise my bloody fist at you. Your eyes close waiting and anticipating your demise. But, it does not come. You forgot one thing, I am human and I’m not like you. Your eyes open, my bloody fist inches from you. I raise my middle finger and disappear.