My faithful handmade black box

Whenever the world around my beloved ones collapses
I wear the mask of strength
Projecting reassurance and faith
Everything will be okay again
My nightmares steal the best of me
Injustice creeps in
I hide them all in my little black box
I stand with confidence
Everything will be okay again
Sooner or later
My doubts and fears rebel
Little black box imprisoned them
I GOT THIS
My little, black, beautiful box is what keeps me sain
For a while until the storm is over
It unleashes them to consume me
For this black box needs peace, too
It contains me, the way I am
Quite, no longer strong
Yet still I stand with confidence
Everything will be okay, one day

Reviews

[Franky]

This sounds like a beginning to.more about that black box. Is there more?

Well done. So far.