I'm tied down and locked in a box
Held and bounded by powerful locks.
I still move around peacefully and freely
I still live and act me

Everyone else is locked in this 'box'
They are tied down and held by locks
But we still see them live each year
We still see them happy and smiling each day

We are all trapped but we don't even know it
We feel lonely but never show it.
Refusing that you're trapped in this 'box'
Only doubles and strengthens its locks

They tell me that if I am unhappy,
I should start to think outside The Box.

I am The ******* Box.

How else do you think i keep all of my problems locked away?

For no nosey nose to plunder,

My head is my treasure chest.

Simply because my thoughts are of value.