There was a woman
Who lived in a box
That got smaller and smaller
With each passing year

It was just her and her thoughts
Inside of the box
And as the box got smaller
Her thoughts got darker

She wanted to escape from the box
But her thoughts wouldn’t let her
They convinced her
That she was right where she was supposed to be

Eventually, she became claustrophobic
Her thoughts turned to suicide
But she couldn’t bear to hurt her parents
Who had always loved her

So she stayed a prisoner of the box
Going through the motions each day
Pretending she was okay
So her parents wouldn’t worry

She started to wonder
“What’s the point of my life?”
Yet that was a question
That had no answer

She tried to fill her time
With books, work, and iPod games
But nothing could drive
Her thoughts away

Sometimes it occurred to her
Just how lucky she was
But that thought just made her feel worse
As though she didn’t deserve what she had

She tried reaching out to others at times
Through the Internet
Yet her anger always caused her
To drive people away

The box has become a prison
And the woman doesn’t know how to escape
So she serves her sentence
Wondering what she did to deserve it