walk on the wild side

My Advanced Creative Writing prof has asked us to stroll outside of our own genres, and to try something new, which for me, means taking a stab at poetry. It's weird, and uncomfortable, but I have to give it a try. Here is a sample from this first batch of poetry. I would love some feedback (and don't worry-- they don't all rhyme!).

On the other side

On the other side
a lock between
I can breathe
remain unseen

Curses muffled
shrill and crude
threaten not
sweet solitude

Seashells and fishes
my own little beach
the faucet still
I cannot reach

Sometimes inside
the cabinets bare
curled in the corner
twirling hair

On the tile
will I lie
in the darkness
do not cry

Across my foot
a pillbug crawls
there are no windows
only walls

Hug the potty
blue fuzzy top
I lay my head
on knees I drop

I hear him outside
my hideout no more
dear lock, please hold tight
‘gainst thunder at the door