I am claustrophobic. Do you understand that? This heart is caged in this body, and this soul is buried in its darkness. Can you understand my pain? Can you hear my screams? Can you feel my suffocation? Can you know my madness? I am horribly confined. I am disgustingly limited.

I am claustrophobic. Do you understand that? This heart is caged in this body, beating against its ribs like a prisoner rattling the bars. And this soul—buried alive in its own darkness, clawing for light that never comes.

Can you understand my pain? Can you hear my silent screams, the ones that shatter inside me? Can you feel my suffocation—the weight of a thousand walls closing in?

Can you know my madness, the chaos writhing through my veins, tightening like a noose around my existence? My neurons burn like chains forged in fire, tightening, pulling, keeping me bound.

I am a soul within a body too small to contain it. I am a beast untamed, trapped in a space it was never meant to fit.

I am suffocating in my own being, a universe caged within flesh and bone. I am a storm stilled, a wildfire smothered, a tidal wave held back by trembling hands.

I was never meant to be small. I was never meant to be contained. Yet here I am—caged, bound, burning. Horribly confined. Disgustingly limited.

— Sadia Hakim // Sciopoetica

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