I call, screaming

Yelling at the top of my lungs,

I look down, the water still rising below;

Again, I remember where I came from.

Poverty. Grief. Misery.

And that's why I'm trapped, in this stupid box.

I look around, searching

for care, love, help.

But I still see nothing

and I'm about to drop.

I cry, take me out of the

worry!

and the fractures

that I have always felt!

I try to punch the glass,

and I still can't breathe well.

I try to stay afloat, legs battling,

time ticking.

And my tears fade into the liquid.

I hope my body doesn't fade too.