Boxes

We saunter down the halls,

smiling and passing by the people we never cared to know

but sescretly wishing to converse with them

just for a change.

But, in middle school, we are placed in a box

restricting you from the abnormal

but no one would even dare to step outside

for fear of the one authority who was never given a badge.

But we still secretly hope and wish

one day to shed the short leash we have been put on,

telling us if we associate ourselves with them,

we have to dress like that,

or talk like this,

be them.

“Be what we tell you to be,”

they say,

and we listen willingly

but we all want to step outside the box sometimes.

June 22, 2009. Uncategorized.