I lock my monsters in a box

and put it on display,

Paint it pink and square and perfect

and then throw the key away

They say my box shows talent,

that my future will be bright

No one seems to notice

the demons that I fight

They think my box is gifted

that it's innocent and pure

I raise my voice above the growls

"Absolutely," I assure

My box is on a pedestal,

spot lights make it glow

The monsters cackle at their height;

they came from down below

This goes on for quite a while;

no one's seen inside

Though I fear the day it cracks,

the day they know I lied

'Till then I'll keep on smiling,

but internally I'll pray,

That my monsters will keep hidden

and that in the box they'll stay