What I feel is, is not a good feeling, I have no feelings am alone in a box with these thoughts to myself.
I bang on the box with angry and force, where is my happiness, my joy, my peace. Its hard to smile when deep down your unhappy its like covering a burn when in reality it still hurts.
Nobody gets me, nobody understands so I sit in my box and write with hands....Who Is The Girl That Sits In This Box.
Is she wild,is she quiet, is she cool, is she smart.
I don't know who she is, what she wants or how she feels.
But I wish she could smile, I wish she could laugh, I wish she could love. The girl outside the box.