Poked and prodded
My life has been in a box
Peeping through eyeholes
Seeing what's around
Never living
Never breathing
Always alone
One day you found me
And opened this box
I saw the landscapes
I was shocked and in awe
Full lungs and life poured out
It was overwhelming
So I sat back down
In my box
My comfort
And all you would say
Was that I am afraid
It's true.