Pandora's Box

Pandora held that jar tight

And wrapped it with layers and layers of "I'm over it"

Two evils: Guilt and Distrust.

Pandora held that box, and it became a part of her.

Four evils: Love, Guilt, Distrust, Inferiority

Pandora justified the parts of her she put in that box, it was all okay.


Five evils: Love, Guilt, Distrust, Inferiority, Dysphoria

Pandora saw others loving their evils, expressing them.

The wrapping comes undone slowly

But a new evil joins

Six evils: Love, Guilt, Distrust, Inferiority, Dysphoria, Disbelief.

One day Pandora left her jar where it could be attacked

And Prometheus burned through the protection

Nothing to stand on


Nothing to stand on


There's no shutting the evils away now.

It's too late.

It's too late.

♠ ♠ ♠
Up for interpretation. And by the way, my old poems are from like, two years ago.