Far from Free

Sometimes, I forget I’m human.

I feel more like a caged animal or a wounded beast.

I’m everything wild and chaotic, but far from free.

Sometimes, I feel that simply

existing

is the whole of my reality.

It’s a smothering feeling to have…

that I’ll always that strange wooden puppet

wishing I could be as visceral and real and alive

as everyone else, yet forced to forever be

trapped in this farce of in-betweeness.

Β© J.G.

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