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Pandora's Box
All I've become is a mouthful of reruns.
Every time I let my heart open up,
everything pours out.
I open up a Pandora's Box of emotion.
Not just happiness and love,
but sorrow and tears,
until all I'm left with
is an echoing emptiness.
Hollow.
Drained.
Unsure of what's next.
So instead
I shut down.
Close up.
Focus on the shallow immediate.
Cold.
Unfeeling.
Predictable.
This is the only way
to control my life.
Acquaint myself
with reality.
