Trapped inside a box. Everywhere I look, I see confined emptiness. My limbs are yearning for a moment's stretch. Trapped inside a box. My arms are rendered useless, as they lay squeezed against my sides. My neck is straining in it's cramped position. Trapped inside a box. I cannot breathe, my heart pounds against my chest hoping for freedom, How can one be trapped inside of a small box, when their body is in the midst of a wide open plain? Anxiety. It is a box. A box that cripples rationality , trapping you.