Small Box

I have failed to fit in your ideal box or pigeon hole

I guess for this someone else shall pay my toll

Maybe one day people will stop to see

Ask themselves why does it always have to be about me?

Even the ones you love find it hard to share

Thinking that you should always be there

But this is a human's greatest fallacy

Believing you will be the one person to live throughout history

But like everything else we all turn to dust

Nature guarantees this is always a must

So just like how you judge me and want to fuss

Nature is there to take care of all of us.