I am in a box.
I am locked inside.
Someone owns the locks.
Nowhere left to hide.
Nothing left but hell.
No one left to be.
No one here to tell.
No one here to free.
Nothing you can see;
All the scars are small:
Deeper than the sea,
Closer than the wall.
Nowhere left to hide;
Someone blocks the door.
No one left to ask
What that scream is for.
I am in a box.
I am locked inside.
Someone owns the locks.
Nowhere left to hide.
No one left to cry.
No one here who talks.
Nowhere to be safe.
I am in a box.
Words and music: Kathy Mar
Copyright 1991 Kathy Mar
