YOU: You placed me nice and neatly inside a clear box. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out but I am allowed to see the outside world. Inside my box there’s nothing but sweat, dripping down my back, chest, face…I feel drips between my toes and it’s hard to breathe.
I see the outside world and the outside world sees me. I am a freak.
You placed me here and I refuse to die. I will one day be able to stand and step out into the world.
You placed me here because you’re afraid what I’ll do when I come out. I won’t do nothing. I promise. As long as you do not approach me ever again, we will be fine. Don’t ever approach me because I will hurt you. I will hurt you. I will hurt you so bad.
I like my box. I do. I’ll take it with me wherever I go.