Box

I'm contained
At least I'm not insane
But I just might veer towards insanity
If I continue down this path of isolation
I'm isolating my feelings
Isolating my heart
Isolating my mind
Into this finite box
It doesn't even physically exist
It's something my mind made up
But I hate it
I hate it
I kick it into the road, but it won't go away
I kick it to a cold climate, but it merely freezes
I beat it flat, but it remains
I incenerate it, but it only turns to ashes
The ebony ashes blow into my face
Now I can't hide the box at all
The box is now completely visible
I wear it on my face with shame
Forever I'm stuck with this box
Forever I am flawed with this box
I will continue to wash my face
But it will never be completely gone