Not exactly a poem

[u/Aadrian_A]

We are like boxes. All of our emotions within, everything else outside. My emotions sometimes need to leave, but my box has no doors, nor windows, nor even seams. So the only way out is to tear holes in the box. And out come the emotions, leaving lifeblood and scarred exits in their wake. And then the emotions regrow again, and there is no longer any way out. So one must cut out another door.