My Box

All my life I've been guarded, it seems that I have been Shy targeted.

I've been stuck in this box complete with many locks.

Afraid to come out, afraid to scream and shout.

I was afraid to speak, afraid of being called weak.

I liked my box it was quite cozy,  But that part of my life was phony.

I need to step out and speak my mind, now is the time.

Can't be afraid to speak anymore, got to shut the fear behind a door.

My box has no room for me, Its not where I want to be.

Goodbye box, you've been cool; but not anymore will I be a shy fool.