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I push myself out of the box.

But honestly, most of the time, I like it better in here.

It's safe in here.

Away from all my fears.

And my hopes and dreams unfortunately.

But those are apart of my fears.

Because the chance of failure is still up in the air.

I just want it all to turn out fine.

Rather than making me want to run back and hide.

I'm bad at faking confidence.

I'm better at faking 'okay'.

But outside of my box, okay isn't good enough.

And that's all I've got.

If I do not have my mask what do I have?

Others confrontation?

Because suddenly they notice what's going on inside my mind.

'Okay' suddenly isn't really okay.

Yes, perhaps the box is not my safe place.

Perhaps, it's everyone else's safe place.

Because when I'm in that box they don't get affected by me.

Because in my box I'm okay.

Or at least, they see it that way

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