Do you ever feel trapped?
Trapped in your own skin?
Longing for a place far away from within.
You can’t stand the thought of being inside, inside yourself there is nowhere to hide.
You look in the mirror or the screen on your phone
and the stranger staring back wears a face that is your own.
You try to switch off, block out the noise,
seek out some comfort, some patience, some poise.
But you can’t shake the feeling, you’re climbing the walls,
whilst something outside of you beckons and calls.
So I imagine what it’s like to tear the flesh from my bones…
To rise out of this hell hole as it shudders and groans…
Out of my head…
Out of my skin…
To crack open this body that I am trapped in.