Box, pt. 2

Scared, excited, alive

These are things I hate.

They grab me and

Pry

My heart out of its safe

Box.

Struck dumb with

Strange feeling,

I am at a loss.

I am just a sad, mute

Robot

In a world of toys

Built only for the amusement of

The Tinker

Who can I ask for advice,

Or help?

I am alone,

And toys don’t understand

The problems of a sad robot

Once,

In a while,

I meet a pretty robot or two,

Who seems to understand

Me

My heart says, from

Its box,

"You're in

Danger of

Feeling something."

But then I find a spring in

Her back.

And I realize that she is

Just

Another toy.

Then my heart crawls

Back into its box

Where it crouches

Until I can find a sweet,

Pretty robot

To keep it safe.