Tangled Poem by Kalee Skriver

I am surrounded by a forest of the everlasting fates.
Covered in undergrowth, the roots of my fears lie in wait.
To trip me up, and bring me down,
to take me in and make me drown.
These vines are twisting, turning about my head.
Cutting off my breath so these words can never be said.
I'm fighting for air, and reduced to hysterics.
I long for a life that's real, but these smiles are all so generic.
Untangle me from this homemade prison.
I seek a new light that has yet to be risen.