I have created this box
to hold my weary past.
Because my idea of myself
has been coming in last.
All the bad decisions
I have ever made
are forgotten and excused
as of this very day.
For I know better this time,
I'm now too smart to be confused.
All the regrets & deep
thoughts of shame
belong in there too,
never to be opened again.
Every negative feeling,
all the bad energy I've held
Even the ones thrown at me
that I've kept in myself.
They can all go at the bottom
because I never want to see them again.
They are the things that lost me the
people who were supposed to be my friends.
All of the confusion, all the drunken nights
can reside on the left side of this box
Because i know that they weren't right.
All the laughter, jokes, smiles,
can be thrown at the top.
Because they are what make me happy
the things I never want to stop.
This box belongs on my window payne
and each day I will forget,
More of the badness in this box
but the goodness I'll remember as of yet.
I'm always aware that this box exists
and I wouldn't have learned
If I could never admit
all the wrong that I've done
and took responsibility for
because those wrongs kicked
me down, when I hit the floor.
Some may not understand why
I keep it, or why it keeps me strong.
But they don't see what i've overcome
this box helped me get along.
There is nothing intangible about my
past, and I know that people still can talk.
about all the wrong things I ever done
I don't care, it's somewhere in my box.
