Ms. Dydo 7th Grade
I’m tired of getting cut off
Getting tired of being awake
Tired of not being able to crack
like an egg
in its uncomfortable
carton
that is supposed to comfort me
as I’m trying to get out to jump
and be straightforward
with everyone else.
Instead my protected shell
will not let me open up to
expose who I really am
When I get the chance
my outer shell
won’t let me breathe
to get a word out. I just need
someone to listen and open up
as I do.
I’m my bathroom mirror.
Soon, soon, please soon. Not long
until the mirror breaks.
As well as my heart.