I Wish I Could Read This To You Myself.I Have A Feeling You Would Enjoy It More

Don't you love it when people say one thing and do another?All sarcasm aside..I love it when people do that.It totally justifies that i know the human,inside and out,better than anyone else.My mom said that someone will surprise me one day,but i see that being highly unlikely.We're all created from one being.Created to be in the same mold as one man.I'm pretty sure we're gonna have the same mannerisms in some way.Delano tries so hard to deal with people.But of course,the harder he tries the harder he falls.Must Delano fall into the bottomless snake pit numerous times before he finally learns his lesson.When will Delano learn that the key to happiness is to keep everyone as far away from the beating box in his chest.Stupid Delano listened to everyone else tell him that the beating was a ticking.A ticking of a bomb and once the bomb explodes and the contents take the shape of a mushroom,he will then be happy.And he gave out the secret weapon.The box.The "ticking" box.This box could change the world.He let it fall into the hands of evil.The hands of the wicked and now he is left feeling empty.But the box is loyal.It finds it's way home.Cuts a painful incision into Delano's chest and hops it's happy ass back into it's original position.The scars left from incision after incision are starting to become noticeable.Oddly enough,he can see it in his face.Behind his hazel eyes.How could a box have this much tout on a human?Simple.That box is meant to control all.It controls all actions.A human cannot make any decision without consulting the box.You don't have to listen to the box,but you will acknowledge it.Believe it.If you listen to the box,you can be left straight up fucked.That box led to Romeo and Juliet,and as fictional as they may be,they're dead.Those are just two examples of what the box can do.Two examples of what happens when the box gets a stranglehold on you.But it's so hard to not listen to the box.We're made to give the box away.But what do you do when you give away your box and people use it as a chair.It's not polite to take a gift back.....but you see them not using it right.Your box isn't meant to be ate on.It's not meant to be slept on.People aren't supposed to put your box in a box filled with boxes.But they do anyway.You collect stamps.They collect boxes.No harm right?Yes harm,right?Why should i part ways with my box just so you can abuse it?Use it for stuff it's not meant for.So i confront you about the mishandling of MY box.And you assure me that MY box is okay in YOUR hands.That YOU won't leave MY box.YOU will keep an eye on MY box.But do i believe you?No.Because i can imagine you saying that to everyone.It's your job to say that to everyone.You would never tell anyone what your true intentions for THEIR box was.You grin and put on your charm and tell me everything is gonna be okay.But i see it all.It's like a movie.It starts with the end.Foreshadowing is what i believe it's called.I see you take me up before you bring me down.I see you massage my box nightly with your soothing voice.You give my box compliments.Telling my box how he's different than all the other boxes.The other boxes in your possession.You didn't think i knew about those huh?Stupid bitch.And you pamper my box.Shower it with love.And one day you disappear.And you leave my box on the side of the road.Cars pass.Rain comes.Rain goes.The contents of the box are still intact.Just imagine if you actually opened the box.So much happiness in one box.And you left it.You should have slowed your roll.Now someone else will get my box.Not you.You will get the box of a wife beater.And he'll tear that ass up.You will get the box of a player.And you'll accuse him of tearing her ass up.And he'll storm out,distraught at these accusations.And then he goes to her house,and tears her ass up.Yessir.You,my stupid bitch,will get the box a of pimp.And he will count his money while that stranger.....tears that ass up.And then you think back to Delano.And his box.No stupid bitch!Put your hand back in your pocket.Don't ever reach for me.Uh uh.No ma'am.You had your chance.With me,that's all you get.I'm sorry God didn't give me more patience for nappy headed hoes like yourself.Maybe you can run that by him when you pray for my box to cross your path again.There's some foreshadowing for yo' ass.And even though i say this,I'm handing MY box over as we speak.She says she won't damage it.I want to believe her,but my box says don't.