People Are Kept in Boxes
“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
Madeleine L’Engle
People are kept in boxes,
That people make from trees.
People think they’re locked up
When they’re already free.
People work and people die.
I’ll never get exactly why
They fill their hearts with lots of things,
Like fancy shoes and diamond rings.
And people grow more people still,
But then they’re taught how not to feel.
New people don’t know how to cry
So when they’re hurt, they only hide.
People are kept in boxes
When they believe the lies
That they are worthless garbage
Meant to wait in line to die.
People have learned a simple phrase-
Three easy words and then they’re paid.
People love and then they hate,
Left to face a date with fate.
People are kept in boxes
That people make from trees.
They’re buried on an autumn’s eve.
Without believing they were ever free.
People scare me more and more.
Stumble twice, they slam the door.
They mistreat souls they’ve yet to kill.
People in boxes don’t really like me,
– but I love them all. I love them still.
“You need never to step outside of the “box” because there simply never was one.”
Kacie Brockman
