The Angry Box

The Angry Box

I want to make a box,

a box where I can keep all

the unpleasantries that poison my soul.

You can say all the things you want,

and I will pluck

these thoughts you tainted my

mind with and throw them in

the box where they will rot.

All those bad thoughts that

I want to do to myself,

I will lock away so that no-one

can find them.

When I find that I don`t know

where to turn, and my mind

is confused, it will go into the box.

Like a memory box, but memories

that I want to forget…