Claustrophobic

I am the shrinking girl.

I fold myself over and over,

I shrug into unoccupied corners,

So as not to take up too much room.

I can feel myself wasting away,

Shrinking into nonexistence,

In order to fit into the smallest of spaces.

But it is getting harder for me to breathe, I cannot remember the last time I stretched my fingers as far as they can reach, I cannot remember the last time I did not feel claustrophobic.

 For not being able to handle small spaces,

 I sure shove myself into a lot of them.

All I needed,

Was some space of my own.

All I needed,

Was for you to say:

"You deserve to take up space".