There's a box where everything goes,
A box in my heart where nobody knows
The secrets I keep, the truth that I hide,
The things that I bury deep inside.
It is my Me, under lock and key,
It makes me Atlas, bent at the knee.
It's the weight of the world put at my chest,
A weight I hold, though I try my best
To submit to it's will as it drags me down,
That burden I bear just like a crown.
If you look through my whirlwind facade,
You can see the boxes that I have made
To bury my sorrows, fears and doubts;
The boxes I fit in to keep trouble out
It's the models I form to match just one person,
The boxes made deeper when I seem to worsen.
Behavior erratic and thoughts turning blue,
All because I've made boxes too deep for you.
This is my soul under lock and key,
These are the colors that I have set free.
Take now these words that I have given you,
And empty your boxes, till your heart rings true.
A person cannot live in fear and doubt.
Reach into your boxes and take the fear out.
You are not worthless if you take what is given,
And choose to truly make your life worth living.
There's a box where everything goes,
A box in my heart where everyone knows
Who I am and what I can be,
And of the stories that I have set free.
