The nutshell

A poem about limitations

The nutshell

You sealed off your feelings
And with them your heart
So when your heart swells
It blows you apart

But you have forgotten
That you are the child
Who wants to be special
And aches to run wild

This world is a prison
For those who accept it
Like a room full of doors
With no clearly marked exit

And you became trapped 
In your room full of doors
For you simply did what 
Had been done there before 

You learned that the room
Was a place you were held
To the whim of the makers
Like a nut in a shell

But the pressure was building
Inside your cocoon
As the heat of frustration
Came hard and came soon

You bounced off the walls
In your room full of doors
You bounced off the ceiling
And you bounced off the floor

In your room full of doors
Where your choices abound
They had you convinced
That your nutshell was sound

But you’re not a walnut
All content in your shell
You’re a kernel of popcorn
You explode like all hell