WildGirlVicky

I think I have grown in the shape of a square That is the shape of my box. My feet at my chest and my hands in my hair bound with no keys and no locks. Inside my box is cramped and tight, And when I breathe it rattles. During the daytime I see no light In here I fight no battles. My breath is stale and my hair is tangled, All I know is the dark. I fear that I am horribly mangled From living conditions so stark. I want to get out and see the ocean For there is a world to see: The sun and the moon and the stars in motion All laid out for me. Being stuck in a box is bad, I believe For my muscles and my bones But my body might fall apart if I