I wrote this poem for a school assignment. tell me your feedback and what you think it means. (:

 

Knives, Wrappers, and Cages

-asianosity0724

 

 

My heart,

like a cutting board,

has scars and bruises.

Pain is engraved,

but difficult to see.

 

Each person is a knife.

Different, yet hurtful

In their own way.

Making different cuts

With their specialities.

 

My appearance,

Like a bucket of candy,

Sweet or bitter.

The wrappers,

My hiding spot.

 

Everyone takes a bite

Tasting a different flavor.

Which one of them is right?

Who really knows

The twang that is really there?

 

I'm a bird

Trapped in a cage.

I don't belong

In this enclosed space.

What'll happen?

 

I'm dying

To fly away.

The door stays closed

So I can't soar

To where I want to go.