These walls can be a coffin
Floating in shallow water
I don't get to move that often
Compressed by agitation
Longing for liberation
Inhibited by isolation
The fear of moving
The panic upon being seen
Through word of mouth they cement you
Into bricks to build...
Is something wrong with me?
Apparently, according to the world... this is what I should be doing.
1) Constantly helping around my Home
2) Studying to be oh so successful in school
3)A bunch of other aesthetic things I should change[my looks]
What I am doing...
1) I do things around the Home...