Boxes

Boxes hide what they want to show

Like jealous little children

Crying for attention

Salty tears of longing

Claustrophobic nightmare

Outside is an airy dream

Clinging to scratching walls

Spiraling Down... to deep

All Living in boxes

Some of us enjoy it in

You'll never get hurt

As long as you don't try living

Hello! Roon here, first off, I quite like this, I think it has potential. Couple of nitpicks to begin with:

Claustrophobic nightmare

I would say A claustrophobic nightmare, I think this would flow better to be honest.

Clinging to scratching walls

Are the walls actually scratching? I don’t really understand this line. Maybe you mean scratchy walls? I’m not sure, but I’m probably missing an obvious point, so don’t worry! Unless you mean the protective walls are the things that hurt, I didn't explain that well, but I know what I mean!

Spiraling Down... to deep

Spiralling, there are two l’s. Also, I think you mean too deep.

Some of us enjoy it in

This doesn’t really sound right, maybe you could try inside?

As long as you don't try living

This really was my favourite line, it summed up the whole ideology of the poem for me, made it stand out, made me take notice, very well done!

Okay, there were some minor things, but overall, I liked this poem, it was simple and crisp and it clearly portrayed a message, to the reader, which is insightful and relevant. I really enjoyed this, so thank you for the pleasure of being able to read your work!

~ Roon