When the world is your cell

It shapes you in ways large and small

In the end, the cell is undefeated.
it stains everyone it touches
in its own unique way.

The cell molds you.
The cell scolds you.
More than likely, the cell
will fold you…
as it engulfs you in its
bearlike arms, squeezing
the life out of you.

The cell contracts and expands,
depending on your state of mind
and how you use it…
It abuses or enthuses you.

The cell talks to you
and sometimes you talk back.
Its walls have teeth and it will bite you,
making you scream out
in a panic attack.

The cell breaks you down
to your core
and forces you to deal with
your very essence,
learning things about yourself
you’ve never faced,
for a reason.