I hate the box. Do not confine me to four corners.   The world sees the box as a guildeline but perhaps I am a foreigner.   Religion creates expectations. Do not tell me I am running out of time for obligations. What if I don't think Christians are the only ones chosen for salvation?    I hate the box. Don't shut the lid. When you close the top it becomes awfully dark. I can't see anything but black against the processed bark.   Thank you for this nice box but please don't wish things for me. You always get it wrong. You always sing my song in the wrong key. Let me take the mic, let me take the stand. If you ever got it right before, we wouldn't be having the problem at hand. I don't have to trust but I always respect. I've learned not to expect the same.   I hate the box. There's graffitti written on the inside. I sit and read it to pass the time. The gossip is pretty impressive but the pain I used to feel has lessened. The shock that crossed me once I didn't let cross me twice. They think it's unfair, they think complaining solves all. I only listen and pretend to fall for thier strategies. But deep down I know- they hate the box too.