untitled poem by me

these words and situations have trapped me in a cage, i need to engage with others not be smothered. i have got this covered, oh the things ive suffered and ran away from. the things i have discovered. its a crime to waste time, its a crime to shine. its a crime to whine. its a crime to not be fine. i never recovered from my feelings being locked away in an imaginary cupboard. i had the whole world to conquer, but now all im left with is a shocker. A DISASTER.