caged

It's a dismal sadness, to trust so much and drown in it. 

I was choking on the trust I've poured out so lavishly that i didn't realize 

I have to come out of the water to breathe.

And every stare leaves me scratching at my skin, wishing I had no form or shape. 

Things I thought were harmless- a touch on shoulder, staring a little more than normal, smiling,

talking, everything felt like a boundary crossed. 

I felt caged in the my own kingdom. 

Caged by my own words. 

Caged by sympathy, 

caged by everything i thought was right.