This box wasn’t meant for me,
So I’m getting out.
Yes, I’m getting out…
This box that has been molded by the world.
From their words and perspectives,
Along with opinions and interjections.
From years of criticism,
From ideas that have been thrown out and put back in,
Over and over.
From self-defeating thoughts that have kept me from looking out.
And all the expectations that held me in,
Because of fears of failing.
So I bothered not to try.
The walls of lies that said I wasn’t good enough to be on the outside,
And kept me hostage from creatively thinking of my own way out.