Boxes

I am a box
Boxes surround me
I sit next to them
I eat with them
I talk with them
I learn with them
Boxes are everywhere
They open themselves just enough
For me to have an idea
Perhaps a misguided idea
Of what they offer inside
It’s like a game
We test each other
By rattling, probing, giving
False hints or half truths
To hide what’s really
Inside our box
Sometimes we are
Surprised, disappointed, hurt
By what we find
But that’s all part of the game
There are a few who don’t play
They don’t ask questions
They don’t care if
Their box gets rattled, probed
And so they are left alone
I’m tired of the game
I’m tired of being a box
But I’m not good enough
To be a treasure chest
Golden on the inside
I can only
Step out of my box
Show all the other boxes
Who I am
On the inside
And hope
I am not alone





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kellyisgr8 said...
Jan. 30, 2010 at 12:02 pm
this si in my favorites
 
FireandIce said...
Jan. 22, 2010 at 11:20 am
i am not a treasure chest..golden on the inside. AMAZING
 
puppy-dog-eyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 21, 2010 at 5:09 pm
so hearwarming
 
xXLilyXx said...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:13 pm
Beautiful amazing poem. Big fan of all of your work.
 
skylark888 said...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 11:06 am
I loved that and I completely understnad. Sometimes you just want to come out and show people who you really are.
 
ChocolateCherryKiss said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 8:48 pm
Perhaps one of the best poems ive read in awhile?
 
candybar2008 said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 6:44 pm
You do a great job capturing the emotion that you want to portray. I wish I could write like this.
 
HorsesCANfly21 said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 6:31 pm
i feel the exact same way. like everyone's hiding something, and you just want to step out adn say "hey! this si me!"
 
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