![]() My very own cageA Story by Marlene![]() Some thoughts about not being able to fully be yourself.![]()
I live inside myself.
Deep inside, locked curled up in a cage of something you could describe as a cage. A cage that prevents me from being the real me. A cage made out of steal, impossible to break by myself. Sometimes , my cage and me are able to coexist. I move on with my daily schedule, and the cage forms a protective shield around me. But there is some times, I do not want to be protected. There is some times, where I just want to break free and leave the cage behind. Needless to say, I have tried. I tried scratching and screaming, hoping someone would hear and save me, but my fingers got sore from scratching the rusty steel and my screams remained unanswered. Every once in a while I‘m still screaming, but I‘ve learned it leads to nothing but disappointment. I‘m starting to think, why am I even complaining? My cage is quite comfortable, I‘m sure I would have other worries without it. © 2022 Marlene |
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Added on November 5, 2022 Last Updated on November 5, 2022 Tags: anxiety, cage, philosophy, thinking, fears Author![]() MarleneGermanyAboutHey! I'm 16 years old and hope I can share my feelings with the world on here. more..Writing
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