In a Box

A poem written for a contest themed "confinement". Try and see if you can figure out what'd going on before the last stanza >wink<

I'm standing in a box
Where I can hardly breathe.
You have yourself enclosed me
And I feel so deceived.

All I see is black and white
As you go round and round.
Hand over hand you close me in
From the ceiling to the ground.

You stop to look without a word
And the work you have done
While people laugh and clap and cheer;
They think it's so much fun.

I see right through your painted face
With the tear upon its cheek.
You've done this many a time before;
I am not unique.

But oh! What can it be,
This new thing I can see?
A piano's fallen to crush the mime
And from my box I'm free.

Author's Note

I love harsh people, as I've said before. I'd like to know if you have thoughts on what's actually going on and if you like my representation of it.

Reviews

[Courtney]

What I took from this poem is the literal . Being trapped by a mime in his imaginary box! I have to a that it gave me a smile when I reached the last stanza and actually gathered the connections! Again, I apologise for missing any deeper thoughts, but just through this one perspective it made my night a bit lighter xx thanks for sharing!

[Courtney]

^ I meant *I have to say!

[David Broderick]

Is it about someone who befriends people then leaches their personalities? It's what I took from the last stanza. Do I get some form of prize if I'm right?
Again, your short and to the point writing style shines here, just as it did in Joanna's summer. I'm beginning to really enjoy your work. Don't hesitate to put more up when it's written.

[lauren emily]

I think the narrator is speaking of a really pig-headed guy..but I could be wrong. haha.
I like this, it's got a lot of emotion and feeling.
Great job!

~Lauren