This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Molloy chapter.
The Cage
I am in a cage.
A prison of False truths.
A cage of Fear,
Anxiety,
calcium sticks beneath my skin.
My mind is the meanest sergeant.
But who is to blame?
For whipping me until it felt I am
“in shape.”
I am in a cage
in front of eyes who cannot see the b a r s.
I seem untouched
Baring bones,
not showing my scars.
Words were a hot blade
inflicting pain
I tried to resist.
But once I ignored the agony,
I felt a dagger
push and twist.
Even in a sea of faces I felt
so alone
though I am connected by verbal ways and telephones.
I could not speak about it
because no one truly understands.
Until they are in the cage
and reaching for a hand.