I'm Living in a Box

I'm living in a box, looking out at the world.
I'm looking at the people living around me.
They see only what I want them to see.
The things they see aren't necessarily there.
They pretend to be my friends, they say they care.
I know the game they play, all the lies.
It's them and their schemes that I despise.
They don't have a clue.
They don't know the pain I'm going through.
They believe the smile that I paste on my face.
I hide my valid feelings, they're gone without a trace.
They don't understand, how could they?
As I go through my life every day,
I pretend that I'm all right.
I even convince myself, until I feel the bite.
The sharp bite of reality.
It's just a technicality,
That I neglect,
In order to protect,
Myself and those around me,
From the unbearable pain to be.
I'm trying to hide and escape it,
I can and I do, but only for a little bit.
Then all around me, my life crashes.
And what I feel and what I feign, clashes.
I'm waiting for the day,
For everything to be okay.
I tarry for the one that I love.
The one sent from God above,
The one that I long,
To ask me what is wrong.
When that day shall finally come,
No longer will I play dumb.
No longer will I profess happiness,
But I shall feel it in all faithfulness.
I'm living in a box, looking out at the world.