My little box of buildup.

Why am I so sad?

It was a minor bump in the road.

The same thing over,

just enough the break the seal

with all the emotions spilling out.

My little box can only hold so much.

I want to be free,

to not need it.

I want to fly away

and leave it all behind.

My tears fill my box,

it'll overflow eventually.

But for now, I'll just keep filling it.

Memories, tears, pain, anger,

all trapped inside my little box,

so I can throw it in my closet

and let it all out in there.

Better than facing them.

Yet again, another thing to

put inside my little box.

I'll let it out in private.