Enclosure is Endless

One step forward and I enter the room,

to you another slide in your personal PowerPoint.

To me?

I see nothing but Four constricting slabs lay there,

Space filled with hate, disgust and judgemental stares.

Paranoia.

Is not a phrase to use lightly and while you place it,

on situations that have no potential or reality.

I am lay worried about each sincere remark that is aimed in my direction

is in fact just a malicious tool of misconception.

The point of which to shatter my emotional glass

that holds up the framework of a boy who has too much baggage to carry.

While you laugh saying I worry too much.

Wrong. the whole point of a worry is that it stops,

this is something more I see the snickers on the walls,

I hear the hate behind blast doors. I feel, emotion getting heavy.

You announce to streams of corridors that bore through inhabited shores.

Relax, take a breath.

Slow it down a little.

How can I when beings around me have one aim

to belittle me so I become a man ant.

It worked.

so hurry up and crush me with a subjective boot born from ideologies,

that state a word is just a string of nothing but lines and matter.

To you it is just some formatted language pattern.

To me, every letter a pin, every word a dagger, every sentence is like a cannon loaded with soul-crushing spears,

ignited with a flame to boil my hope away leaving a viscous pool of fear.

she comes in.

While I recess into a corner as ichorous People gaze from the devils depths.

Eyes spewing thousands of words that can be captured under the brackets of

hate.

while a perpetual spiral of self-loathing begins to ascend,

from a broken heart to a faultier brain.

She grabs me.

Embrace as warm as a light summer beam.

If only mother nature had a kiss this sweet,

Love dispels all demons that surround me.

Saviour is term I will never use lightly.