'Lady Like' by Ana Hagins

They surround me,

leaving no room to think of the

nextstep,

let alone

breathe.

I reach out

but no one takes my hand.

I cry for help but they can’t hear me.

“Can anybody hear me?”

I yell to them,

but they stand there and

watch.

Watch as if this is the day

they had been waiting for,

my down fall.

Now I’m trapped in a glass box.

I can see them

but my cage is ever so delicately

tinted that no one can see

inside.

I bang.

I scream.

I scratch.

I yell, but they can’t hear me.

The tears don’t just fall

they pour down my face,

but none come to comfort me.

Well, at least that’s how it is in my head.

I sit here quietly watching what’s going on,

Smiling and laughing when I’m supposed to

because its lady like to suffer in silence.