Im trying my hardest.

But these walls are closing in

My box is becoming smaller

I comfort others

But never myself

What did I do wrong

I followed the handbook

Yet this box is making it hard to breathe

Please help me

Please save me

What have I don’t wrong?

I haven’t broken a rule

I haven’t broken a heart

I’m trying my best to be honest

I still can’t breathe

I have no title

But other labels float above my head

Please help

My box is to small

My words are over flowing

No one’s here

…

My box has Bronx to small

It feels like I don’t fit in my own skin

I shout for help yet the echo is defanging

I hate this

I hate who I am

I’m trying my best


But this label never goes away

My box
Is
To
Small