The Box of Isolation

How can I handle this? Your heart beat is lying to me, but sadly it beats with mine. Hell is the only place where you belong. You put me through pain for two years, and I'll be choking on that pain for another four. I want to get out of here! That box that is underlined FRAGILE holds my whole life, and you are trying to break it, but you don't realize it. You say that it's nothing, like twenty-one years just went down the drain. Even worse, you tell me to tell everyone, but I don't. I keep it locked up in that box with everything else. I don't think you get it. You put me in the spotlight everyday because you want me to tell the secret, but I sew my lips shut and don't say a word while that secret incinerates my insides. My brain is full of bad memories that I wish would go away, but you, and only you want me to relive those horrible experiences. It seems like you want me to be your puppet, but I won't. Maybe it never occurred to you that what's going on is embarrasing to me. It's a relief to you, but not for me. Now, that sacred little box with my name on it, is getting shipped back and forth, back and forth, and I'm living inside that box with only a little plate inside that says "5th anniversary." You were going to throw it away like it was trash, it's not! It was a part in your lifetime where you were happy, but now you're overjoyed. And now, I'm left with a broken heart, bruised memories, dirty little secrets, and I live inside the box of isolation.