I would give them what they needed so I could get what i needed in return
But it was never fully the truth,
The true me…
I was forever living inside
someone else’s box
Acting out their reality- the one they had for me…
The one they needed me to be….
And I would pretend-
And learn to appreciate the cage,
for the safety it provided…
Sometimes I would overcome me
and then I would get out…
they would get mad when I got loose,
they’d have to chase me back inside-
But I always went back
The box had become my home