Cellophane

I've got no room,
you're in my face.

Choked
by the cellophane,
that is
my life.

Struggling
only makes it tighter.

Keeping in line
outside...

Exploding
inside.

Expression
is
stolen.

Life...
a grayscale.

Who are you,
to take this from me..?

The life I've been yearning for,
wretched from my cold grasp.





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