No Matter How Hard I Try...
small, musty, and dirty,
no one can get it,
nothing can escape.
a small vent appears once in a while
but what triggers it?
is it the hate you feel towards someone?
a kind ear to hear it?
a bad memory that is hard to handle?
or are you in control?
you have one deep inside you,
you guard it with high security,
it remains in you forever
so what is this box?
what is its contents?
it is your hate, love and greatest fear,
so what will you do with yours?
will you use the vent?
or will you keep everything in the small, crammed box?
this tiny box can destroy your world?
but will you allow it to?