Locked in a box afraid to get out,
To only reveal myself to a place filled with doubt,
My fears creep around me each cheek on a knee,
Hoping that one day someone will hear my mute plea,
Afraid of many people judging me ... They can,
My fails, my mistakes, and who I ... am,
Tears roll down as if there were two rivers escaping each eye,
Which gets absorbed into the cardboard which was once dry,
Yes I communicate with others from outside my space
They hear me laugh n' joke ... but deaf to hear the muffling sounds of pain dripping down my face,
We hang out so much I'm surprised they didn't notice yet ,
The blue liquid staining the box from all the times I've fret,
Should I let myself out this box,
I guess not I'm not hearing any outside knocks,
Well the silence at my box doors is probably okay,
Since my pool of fears will soon cast me away ,
I would ask for help to unbox this box but I guess its to much to ask ,
So I will not put this on blast,
I will continue my silent cry that mocks,
Who would want to unlock this wet blue box ,
Really who would...
