It starts large, sitting in a void
That void, your imagination
Your wonders
Hopes
Dreams
As a child grows and experiences
The box gets smaller
It is the same
For most
The box shrinks for reasons
Many of which are common
Loss of interest
Hobbies, maturing
It is different for some
Shrieks, so loud and frantic
They echo
The box shrinks
Smaller
Until it crushes you
Why?
The box fills with water
That water, your tears
It fills with distorted yells and taunts
Those noises and taunts... The recognition
You know what they are
They come to haunt you
They will never leave
They become frantic
They are what shrunk your box
It is because of them you cannot grow
The hurt
Physical, mental, emotional,
They haunt you
In your own little box
