Tell them, "Don't box me in.
You think you know my four corners- but when
Have I even begun to let you in?
Describe my every crevice and shadow; can you even begin?
Every season, I cultivate a new garden. I find a way to bloom again.
Don't think you've known where I've been.
Before you came, who's been housed from within.
The future is still a mystery to us both, my friend.
Don't think you can box me in."

"Much like these hard walls, is my skin.
More layers uncovered within.
And past my hard surface, if I let you in,
There is fluffy softness gifted with the intent
To keep you cozy and warm to the brim;
But at first, it serves,
If I can let you in.
With this total comparison to a house, even,
Don't box me in."