Black BoxA Poem by sheila.jDoes the pressure ever get to a point where it's too much? How deep down you feel the hurt and pain well up The way no one and nothing can console you When something inside is so utterly wrong But you keep it locked away Safe in it's fire-proof, fool-proof box, with everything unacceptable Is there a point when that box becomes too full How the lock won't click shut and the box bends out of shape Deformed metal bursting and oozing out the puss from the inside The way everyone will scrunch there nose and look away Because the deep inside is so vile and disgusting to them.
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