In a box
Are secrets untold
Some are new
And 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