Falsely yours

I sit in this suffocating box of darkness  
Covered with a million more boxes on top of it
I sit in this room with nothing to do ,
 all day and everyday after it  
One would assume by this time I'd be crushed  
Because I'm "helpless" and "weighed down too much"  
Presumably I'm starving and might grow up to be an alcoholic  
Assumedly I'm shy and don't think before I try  
Maybe I'm  just falsely yours,  
or perhaps I'm yours entirely...
With this out the way,
All that's left to say is happy father's day to the man that tried to be