Jack in the box

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