Trapped Echoes
There is a crack in the box that's holding you, some of yourself is leaking out. And you're afraid now they'll see you're not the quiet, little girl anymore. The good girl they wanted you to be. But no, someone presses their finger on the crack, stopping you from sliding out, she wants you to stay in, as the good little girl, you have always been. Funny how some of the biggest pains turn into the wildest pleasures. "Stay inside the walls!" she says. "They're there for a reason. I don't remember what the reason was or who built them. But accept it. Don't cry now. Be quiet. Be a good girl. You're annoying. Don't be so sensitive." Little baby, now you know — you're not wanted out there. Hide, make yourself small, take as little space as possible. Stay inside these walls. Would it even matter if you tried? The walls are so thick with mud layered on ...