A depressing boxI seem to be miscommunicating and ostracized from within."O, how great life is and things are so wonderful"I need only believe in myself,Pull myself up from my bootstraps and enter into a worldOf happiness.Their pity is my contemptAll but myself ignore the depression that keepsMe inside a metal box. There is no exit sign;Indeed there are no windows or doors.All I do, have and will see is darkness. The outsideIs something I cannot even being to imagine andSometimesI do not wish to. The thought of leaving my box grows frightening.Not because I love the pain but because of theVery real possibility that even should I claw my way through theMetal wallsItself an impossible featall I will find on the other side is a realizationthat I am in another box, thicker than before.