The Box

From every sound that I make, my heart leaps with fear

From the things that you might say, or the eye that’ll turn my way

I’m in this box of fear with words that I don’t wanna say or hear

I don’t even wanna leave it when I have a reason

Then again I don’t wanna get judged for eating

 

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