Powems

Trapped in the Glass

A moth trapped in the glass

beating its wings its only task

My mask ripped off, I feel the mass

lifted off, my shoulders relax

My new weight is feeling trapped

This weight isn't mine, but someone else's on my chest

I entertain their ideas and stimulate their mind with my otherness

I'm like a moth, that's trapped in the glass.

Left alone when I grow tired and rest

Gawked at again when I try my best.

It'll never be enough, I don't see that yet.

So on my wings go...

Beat, beat, beat.

Against the diamond glass.

Indestructible to me.

Showcasing me like a piece of art

The ooh's and ahh's do nothing for me

I just want to be myself by myself.

But soon I'll be out of air, and I won't ever see the sky again.

The life of a moth trapped in a glass