I’m not over or above. I’m just far away. I see a hand reaching for me, but this pain keeps me too far away. If I yell, I only disturb myself even more. My voice can not be heard from where I’m stored. When I feel light, I can float to the shore. They only glance & see the resemblance of me. Never noticing how far I’ve went & how much I’ve changed. Being trapped would be a pleasantry. I am free inside of me, to find everything single the wrong with me. To find everything thing that frightens me.