Sometimes I feel much like a Jack-in-the-Box

Constantly coming out for people

But constantly being shut back in

People wonder how I keep going with no batteries

Happiness from people, that’s my battery

I was created to make people laugh and bring happiness

But sometimes I scare people and then they don’t want me around

My box is my home, my life

My rejuvenation place

But now I’ve made it into a cave, my trap

I’m trapped in my own life

Trapped in my own fear of rejection

 So I stay inside

So here I sit in my box afraid of what people will think

All the while wondering

Could I be missing something?