My Box is colourful - shockingly bright
My Box is not of a typical shape - a cube with rounded edges
My Box contains me - and my thoughts
My Box contains my fears; of the world and persons life
In my Box I hide my fears of the future.My Box is disguised
There are hints of it but no strong leads
- Splashes of colours - oh so bright
And nothing but plastered smiles ... and genuine ones too
But it's all a mask my Box
It keeps me safe - well so I believeI needed to break free
But it is now a part of me
It would be like chopping of a piece of my heart -
It's already on override probably needs to be hijacked
The curved lines, bright colours gentle insects and fluffy
clouds and rainbows, mushrooms and unicorns are all a mask
My Box is now apart of meI love my Box - it's the part of me that wants
To take flight instead of fight.
The part of me that wants to stay locked away from the
world instead of take part.
I really love my Box
But throwing it out will be very hard
And fear is eating me away
I'm possible a human zombieI'll miss my box when I finally learn to break free.
Written September 14, 2016
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