Plastic boxes.
You think that maybe I'd be used to them by now.
I mean, since, someone's always trying to shove me into one.
Society.
Friends.
Enemies.
Jock boxes,
Nerd boxes,
Snob boxes,
The possibilities see no limits.
Well, I'm tired of them.
I try to break out,
Force some cracks in these soul-confining walls,
But I collapse in despair as
These boxes
Just fold in on themselves.
I slide down the smooth side,
Choking, gasping for air,
And clutch my throat as I inch down.
I'm suffocating.
I guess there's no escaping now.
