Your pain Lingers from many years ago And you have become so good at brushing that pain away Filling up that box to the brim And sliding it under your bed Like the monsters you imagined at a young age I wish I could take that box And instead throw into the ocean And watch it sink to the bottom Letting out everything that was inside And burdening the waters instead But rather than having that easy way out The box will one day be so overfilled It will explode with all of your emotions And the world wonβt know how to react The world will hide from you Unless you find a way to use those emotions and pain And put them into something else