Locked Box

My emotions
Thoughts
Feelings
All locked up
I don't know where the key is, but I don't know if I want to find it
I never tell you my thoughts on life
My real opinions
Because I have a glass box
And I locked everything up in there
With your help and everyone else's
A while ago, too long to remember
I think you have the key
But it might be rusted.
I hope you can get a copy.
I'm tired of not telling
Sorting out everything for myself
I feel as if I would seem like a little girl if I were to ask you the only favor I need:
Can you help me find the key?
I know I don't seem like I'm acting normal right now
But I am
This is me.
Do you see me now?
Or can you not see through the translucent glass?
I wish you could.
But you can't. It has yellowed with age, and only I know what lies in the glass box.
I am the key, but you must dig me out.

Reviews

[Matt Sayer]

Our keys take unfamiliar forms, and are often unrecognisable as such. Sometimes it takes simply trying a lock to find that we possessed the key all along. A deliciously convoluted conundrum you have concocted here. Well done :)

[Nutella Wolf [Alias: Samantha Klein]]

Thank you! I love the way you put that in words

[Scott Metro]

Are you an endless riddle ?....what would you trade for the box..?

Enjoyed the read.

Scott

[Nutella Wolf [Alias: Samantha Klein]]

I would trade a lot of things for the box. For instance, do you have nutella? Or a wolf by any chance? Haha. :)

[Scott Metro]

I have no Nutella...But the wolf is my cousin...I have nothing to offer save simple praise for your work. :)

[Nutella Wolf [Alias: Samantha Klein]]

Thanks :) I have nutella at home, so I guess I have no need for more. And I have tons of wolf drawings, so I'm all set!

[Amorette Duvannes]

Those last two lines are absolutely magnificent. Well done - really stunning work.

[Nutella Wolf [Alias: Samantha Klein]]

Thanks :) I just got on here and should be getting a lot more poems on here.