Unlike my life
I keep everything in my head organized
I've got boxes full of ideas and memories
I've got filing cabinets for the things I've learned
VHS tapes of all the moments I want to relive
But, in the very back
In a dark corner
Hidden from everything and everyone
Is a crate
Double padlock
Steel chains
Titanium walls
Inside that crate is the part of myself nobody wants to see
~And sometimes that crate isn't enough to hold it