the box

i am that box
you fill me with books and i learn
you remove the books and i remember
four flaps?oh but i have two
i am an open box waiting to be refueled
i am a box
When i was young i was me
then i was told not to be me
soft and smooth as silk
they wanted me to be hard as rock
i was happy then, my box was full of smiles and laughter
i hid my self in a bigger box that wasn't me
you really hurt me,3 times i tried but didn't press that red button
i am strong i am not weak and i see because i am here
i see you can see my pain now and understand a Little more
but a little doubt still pours from you
you are trying and that truly means a lot to me, thank you i love you
i love you i love you i always have deep within because we are blood