Prison Box

They say you came out of your shell. Shell? I say. Came out? I say. You should have shattered it. You should have kicked until it broke. You should have destroyed it and said Shell? There is no shell that holds me! I am free. I came from a box. A hard box. A metal box. A metal box full of screws and rivets Pierced through with glass and nails. I forced my way out gashed and bleeding. I pushed and shoved and bled until I was free. Don't say you came out of your shell. Tell me how you fought to escape A prison. Tell me that you came out bloody and Battered. Tell me that you are like me and someone bandaged your cuts and threw your prison box away.