The Box

The box is getting smaller, the walls are closing in

They are getting closer than they have ever been

I will be discovered and then what will I do

It is way to late now for me to start anew

Their eyes are getting open they now can see

All of the cracks that I thought I hid so cleverly

I am getting more dumb or they are getting smart

They are starting to see right through my broken heart

Life is not fair and I know it was never meant to be

Life is just an atrocity of day after day monstrosities

They will take all I have, they will take my last dollar

They will just laugh at me as the box gets smaller