It’s like I live in my own little world contained inside a small box. Filled with innocence, the box is being thrown into the real world. The box is being tossed around like a rag doll, thrashed and beaten by the realities that go against the morals and beliefs I grew up with. It’s being torn, exposing the truth to these virgin eyes and ears. Corruption seeps through the cracks and pollutes my mind. Ultimately I need to come to terms with reality and open the box to the world, but who knows when that day will come. Until then, I’ll still be that young boy hiding in the corner of the box.