I have a box It contains something Something I am proud of Something I built, Something I created. It is the crown jewel of my life. But wait -- don't look in the box! You must trust what I say. Believe what I say is in the box. If you saw it, you would be most certainly saddened. Not because the object is horrifying Or because it is explicit. It's because if you looked inside You'd find nothing at all. You'd find that you did not trust me, And because of that you discovered the truth. You tore away my façade, the one thing I held dear But you did something else that I did not expect. You did not turn away. You did not anger. Instead, you filled my box with love And so it became a real treasure, Celebrated by the both of us. You filled an empty space that was once a false life. You saved me,