Jammed Up

I know we are supposed to love,
The body we are in,
But mine feels like a prison,
And the bars are my own skin,
I used to feel so light and free,
Like I could run for days,
But now my jam is hiding,
From the fear of constant haze.

I know we are supposed to love,
The person that we are,
But trauma shaped my destiny,
As one gigantic scar,
I wonder if I’ll ever be,
Content with who I am,
Instead of feeling broken,
By a past that haunts my jam.

I know we are supposed to love,
The life that we have made,
But sometimes it resembles,
Dancing on a rusty blade,
The edge is always moving,
And the dangers never wane,
From slicing manic dissidence,
Which paints my jam insane.

I know we are supposed to love,
The moment that we breathe,
By I was always trapped within,
This heart upon my sleeve,
No harmony to guide me,
Only narcissistic schemes,
My jam forever drowning,
In relentless ghastly dreams.

I know we are supposed to love,
The body we are in,
But still I struggle feeling,
Any comfort in my skin,
My prison needs to shatter,
So my jam can wander free,
And lead me to a grateful place,
Where I love who I see.

© The Complicated Bunny – 05 Jul 2022