I am a parody, of a parody, of myself.
I packed myself into a little box,
And once I was done with that box,
I packed myself into an even smaller one.
Scared that if anyone were to discover me,
They would turn away in disgust.

But what have I become, for all my sins?
Just a parody, of a parody, of myself.
Living in a box too small to contain me.
With disgust I confess - I am no more.