In Boxes

Listening sometimes gets to me.
When I hear those words
and they pierce my brain.
They contradict their love with them.
Sometimes I just consider straight up
getting it out.
But I can't really, can I?
They don't want to hear.
Not at all.
I'll be stuck here.
Stuck in this box
with these walls.
They see my face and night
and frown with me too.
I know it.
But they can't talk. And
I'd be foolish to think they could.
Can I find a way out of here?
Run out, through the window.
And I would.
But they're all locked.