An imaginary box filled with lies and deceit
Inside all you have is walls
Blank walls
Almost as white as the cobwebs in the corner
And darkness
But the box tricks you
It tells you you're happy
Paints a picture of flowers and butterflies
While it whispers
That leaving is the worst thing you could do
But is it?
Is leaving this box really all that bad?
Outside of the box is where the magic happens
Outside is where the sun is
Outside is where you'll truly be happy
Where you can learn and grow
So one day
You might leave the box
And by leaving
You can see the truth
You can feel the sun
You can almost picture salvation now
But in the end,
You're left with a question
Are you willing to leave the box?
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I'll meet you at midnight | Collection of Poems
PoetryWords written from my heart to yours. A collection of feelings and memories that range from heart break, love, anxiety, depression, and other secrets we feel braver to say at night.
