The Box

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The box is where I lie when I am shoved inside

Never my own life, but everyone takes over mine

The walls are very high so I never climb

Don't get a choice or what I want when I am stuck inside the box

The box grows lonely and silence creeps in

A whisper crease to nothing and I sit on my own again

Then I hear a moan and can do nothing more

Because I am stuck inside the box with too many locks
Which has made me sore

Hoping someone will open the door and let me out

Before I get bored and shout

Frustrated and hurt, but no one knows

Because the box has a hold

The box symbolizes my voice when nobody asks what I want.A decision that is made about me and I don't get a say about it.Please vote and comment your thoughts.

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