Faded Ink

They handed me a box,

That fits me well;

But, as I grew and learned,

It got suffocating and felt like hell;

They threw down things,

Like, my boundaries-

And ‘Yes’ and all the ’No’s;

And chained my dreams,

In the name of chaos;

They got me a limited mindset,

That suited their taste;

And Breaking any unwritten rule,

Instantly labeled me a waste;

They had my Will cracked,

And feathers wilted;

Like they never saw a human,

Just a clay inside the box molded;

~rجمال