The Box

In a box

Are secrets untold

Some are new

Ans some are old

Locked and kept

On a shelf up high

Safe and covered

with a blanket of lies

Everybody tries

But the box is locked

To find the memories

If how I am mocked

For some are able

To find the key

To open the box

And dissect me

To reach inside

And read my mind

The thoughts I've 

Not yet left behind

memory by memory

They skim the box

Soon to be rumors

Where everybody talks

And when they are done

They'll put it back

Empty of all

The secrets I've packed

You see...

In a box 

Is the life of me

Dissected, tortured

And without a key