The box

Sitting in my room staring out the window watching the seasons change watching all the people live their lives wondering when it’ll be my time

Anxiety is my friend it’s all I know and all I feel it’s a comfy little box I stay in

It has rules if you try to leave you’ll get hurt you’ll get stuck you’ll be in pain it’s a comfy little box painted to be pretty but it’s all fear I feel

Sitting In My room staring out the window watching the seasons change watching people live their lives wondering when it’ll be my turn

Wishing I could be different it’s not a choice I choose it’s what was dealt to me unfavorably can you imagine it but at least this box has windows just pull the curtain please.