Trapped in a box
Trying to get out
Its so dark
Stuck Alone yet still Unharmed
I hear footsteps
I await the laughter
The look when they see my painted face and flaily arms
They crank the handle of the box which I remain
and pop goes the weasle
I\'m momentarily free and the first thing I see are their faces
Instead of laughing I hear scream
Instead of smiles I see tears
So hear comes another person to stuff me back into the box to which I remain
For it always seems
That I will be
The jack in the box
The Jack that\'s really me
But don\'t worry
Cause
I won\'t be here for long
One day I will break free
All on my own
Moving Outreached and Me