Small Space

I start to sing, you tell me to stop
I can run fast, but not fast enough
Shrill is my voice and strained is my spine
Still wear your t-shirt all of the time
Think of a kid learning how to ice skate
There’s blood on the ice but he’s quick on his blades
I can’t go out, i just cling to the wall
Robby tells me that it’s okay to fall
Wish you could see how well I cross the street
There’s blood on the road but I’m quick on my feet
Photosynthesis: take the harsh light and turn it into energy
Apoptosis: my cells are dark but they are a part of me
I am no one’s
I am sitting safely nobody’s