I feel like a child sometimes
All boxed up and helpless
Though without crime
In this world of wits
As they call it
I can see as much
Though it's confusing to start with...
And I know I can see more
If only I can be lifted
From this containment
I long to ask questions
But they shut me up- both ways
Like I know not what goes on
Behind these carton walls
I long to break free
And let all the coaxing cease
But no, they bound me here
And they always will
Insist I'm just a child
All boxed up and nothing to do
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