Solemnity Sucks

Every day I see my home.
It droops a little more.
I feel the crack inside.
This wide and easy door.

Each time my eyes open.
To see the world in front.
I cowar in its magnum.
Inferrior; a runt.

I'm so afraid, I fear.
That the walls will join.
And in that silent space.
My body will conjoin.

To conform is my destiny.
The hueless harness on me.
And in my tight confinements.
I voice myself a plea.

I fear this fantasy.
It could become true.
I could become that truth.
And I could fall through.

They'd forget my signing.
A document of birth.
And all of my worth,
Forgotten, ugly mirth.

I feel so alone.