anxious

Ever to fit
in a box
made of crumbs,
soaked in the mercy
of dishes last night.

Asphyxiate

Father, Mother; 

Beings of finer worlds

keeping my vocal cords 

in their grip.

Forever letting lines slither

just behind my lips.

Close enough,
letting breaths escape,
distant as their shadows.
Structures I will never utter.

Falsified were your perceptions;
Holding myself
to a higher standard than
you may ever stop by to discover.
Lighter were the eyes I took from
jealousy, she screams her mind out.
I may only shout by scribe,
points of exclamation.

& I am envious of...

Ever held, trapped inside this mind.

The lights may never change.
Their faces continue to flicker.
Wondering, Craving what may be told.
But I am ever choking, gasping
on all
that may never be spoken of.