watercolor thoughts [completed]

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Breathe 

and i stand in a sea

of people in the ebb and flow 

of time and i wonder 

what their stories are 

and in each face, 

what beauty each one holds. 

but this closeness is closing in on me, 

people push me down 

and trample on me

and this heart beats rapidly

wanting to break out of this ribcage, 

my ribcage is a cage of hearts.

and the packs of wolves are on me, 

because i haven't had a chance to 

feel this freedom and exhale -

and suddenly it feels like 

you're going under

and you need a place to hold

on but you grab water

and bubbles float past you

and you haven't had a chance to 

fill your lungs --

you're drowning because you 

were too slow and from here on

every step you take matters, 

every movement is watched, 

with every blink your future is shaped 

and you didn't get to feel wings yet --

or maybe the cage was always here 

and i realize how suffocating this place is 

and when i thought i was playing 

the game, 

the game was playing me. 

claustrophobic creeps in 

and seizes my bones

because the game has always been 

here, the game has always been 

playing me, and in the middle

of this chaos, in the midst 

of people with all their stories

i am insignificant 

and i am nothing

and sometimes i wonder 

why this place is a vacuum, 

so airless and filtered, 

and what am i'm here for 

screams each claustrophobic bone

but that's okay, 

I'll be fine if i can breathe. 

A/N:

Should I change the chapter titles so you know what each poem's title is? Also, is the cover in need of a change? Please give me feedback so I can improve this poetry book. Thanks so much! Love you all! <3