I'm in a box
and I can't get out.
I'm stuck in here,
because of doubt.
My thoughts are out there in the world -
but I can't get to them.
Like a doll upon a shelf,
I'm. Locked. In.
I bang on the ceiling,
and the sides,
but no one seems to hear
any of my cries!
I feel a little
like a mime -
but I'm not doing dances
for a dime.
Why did they put me here you ask?
That I cannot see.
So I just sit here in my cardboard prison,
waiting to be set free.
