Pandora's Box

A black box sat in the dark
So alluring, my mind couldn't depart
The thought of all my dreams
Attainable, was it all it seems?

To be a pretty little thing
Is what I want to be
Opened, holding nothing but a mirror
Hungry but disgust is my barrier

To be a happy little thing
Is just what I want to be
The box opens; I see sparkling
Silver metal gleaming deadly at me

To be an adored little thing
Is what I really want to be
Taken care of by someone special
But trust lost I only see the devil

To be an unaware little thing
I really wish I could be
To be lost in a fantasy
But is it worth losing sanity?

To be content with just me
Is what I really should be
But the dark box stays empty
Even it can't help little helpless me