your box

i am a box i sit in the corner where you throw your mounds of shit into me,
and forget about me until i am of your use,
you brand names on me and and change them so it suits you,
you dump me in the dingeyest of places as you carry on with your unrealistic life,

you launch me around like some possessed fish wife,
as i bring up bad memories of the life that daunted u,
you must fucking condemn me, i am bought into your life as you must of needed me,
the box where you can reveal your shit in and on me, il lay in the shadows of your dark
world,
wen you again come back to brand me as i am nothing but a box,
as the world cant stand me, in your extraterrestrial alien fucked eyes.