blank frame above table

Back then, I felt like I had so much to say

So much to explain about my existence

It felt like a prequel that no one deserved

It felt like an apology

It felt like a box to minimize my being

The same boxes I had to check in school

Even the government asked “What are you?”

I’d fill the blank stares like blank boxes with something so I wasn’t staring into the void of nothing because there had to be an answer

But these days I am a stand-alone feature

The cardboard walls have collapsed

And I find myself saying a lot less

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