Boxed In

How could I have ever lived in something so square? There once was a box, and yes I lived there.

Never before had I thought that I would lose myself, in things I thought I felt. But there I was, each day, allowing someone to box me up and put me on a shelf.

I came to know the box, a place like no other. I grew to call it home, even though inside I felt trapped and smothered.

Once in a great while, she took me out of the box and I’d just melt. The box became so familiar that when she left me, I decided to live in it all by myself