Boxes

I can't remember
The amount of times I've looked at myself
In the mirror
And made a wish.
I don't think there are enough stars in the sky
To make every one of those dreams come true
And I'm begging to believe
Its all a nightmare anyway.

I can practically see the black hole I'm teetering
On the edge of,
But each time I almost fall
Something pulls me back up right.

I'm trapped in this box
Trying to make sure I fit perfectly,
But I barely have enough air
To breathe.
No matter how much I try
My sharp edges never mold
To the rigid walls
And maybe they never will.

There's another box
Unopened
Taunting me from the corner of the room.
I'm afraid that no matter how much
I will myself to escape
My mind is chained to the reflection in the mirror
The one that fits perfectly in the frame.

And even though I can barely hear my heartbeat
Over the sound of my thoughts
I imagine it begs me to flee
To leave the box
Unopened
And untouched.