I think I've read this book before,

hardbound shiny cover,

pretty colors, but an ending

that's sure to disappoint. 

It's not what you'd

expect when you

open the box.

 

And all the things you wish you'd find, 

fleeting and taunting, colors

drab and ordinary to the brilliant white

of not knowing what's inside.

But how can I bear

to behold that dream now

that my eyes have adjusted

to the concrete walls of this box that I've opened?

And I know I'm more than just a little fucked up,

but I'm trying to make my way back home.