Recluse

There's a man in a box
Without chains or locks
Just a box made of steal
Devoid of emotion to feel

All of him is inside
Where he attempts to hide
From the monsters and madmen
Out to damage his pride

Despite the fact that the box was small
The man was lost and confused in it all
All he wanted was someone to share the space
Someone with a heart as beautiful as their face

But no one came, they just passed it by
Given not a single glance or a subtle "Hi"
So he waits all alone, caged in his pain
Until his box breaks, or rusts in the rain