My Little Box

A smile, what does it mean,
If there's nothing behind it?
Laughter, it is nothing,
If twisted in are cries of pain.
Tears, go unnoticed,
By many blind players,
Players of this game we call life.
Where we ignore all that goes on,
All that is woven in to our emotions,
The emotions we show,
Not the ones we hide
Hide away in that little box
Kept on that shelf
Away from the world
For no one to see
No one to touch
No one to notice.
Hidden away hoping no one will find them,
Secretly craving his touch
Wanting his love
Wishing over his little box,
To be opened to you
But for yours
To be left where it is
Unseen
Untouched
And unnoticed.