I have this tiny box
I think
Where I must keep my 'feel'
For I don't 'feel' as clearly
In ways that others see as 'real'

While I have my code of
yes no wrong
I do not think I know
What makes me happy
Mad
Or jealous
Or what makes me feel great woe

Yet knowing of this box
In me
Does bring some subtle comfort
My life
It seems
Is worth more than little effort