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
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.