I run through a corridor, hearing fists banging on the wall.<P>They keep telling me I not good enough for you, so I keep on running, panting, heaving, in pain, I reach a door.<P>I am in my black little box.<P>Its my box, its black and dark, but safe. I feel like the boy I once were, all alone and noone to help me. I cry like a boy, and people laugh.<P>I hear the voices whisper to you, he's not good enough or rich enough for you!<P>To my despair I hear you listen and you thinks its ok, you think its ok to put a nail in my box.<P>WHAM! you go with the hammer, and drive a nail in my box, it hurts so much.<P>I wonder what I did to you to deserve being treated this way.<P>WHAM! another time you go, another nail drives home. Even though it hurts, I see something you fail to notice.<P>WHAM! christ my soul is starting to shear, fall apart at its seams. But, another nail, and I see!<P>More nails you drive in, and more and more it hurts. But for every nail you drive into my black little box, I am able to see more and more!<P>I cry, I yearn, I ask, please drive more nails in, so I can see more!<P>Days and months go by, and the nails keep driving in, but more and more I see and more and more I understand.<P>Its not me thats being hurt by your nails, you are only nailing yourself to be a someone we call names. A someone you always swore you would never be!<P>Moksha, betrayer, old lover. Insipid, blinded, you feel so free hammering the nails into me. But you dont realize, you do not see, that its really yourself, your nailing to the wooden tree.<P>As the hammer falls, you feel so free, after all, you are hammering away at me, the source of all your despair! You got a new lover, and new someone to call special.<P>But I can see, what you cannot, you blame me, for all your faults. <P>I look again, and I see the truth, its not me in the box, never was! <P>I watch in despair, as you in desperate belief that what you are doing is right, nail yourself into a black little box, nail by nail, board by board.<P>At the end I see, lies and more despair for you, for you are forever caught, in a black little box.<P>Try to build a future, something true, I wish that for you, but I know in my heart, that you failed, and I did not. <P>Finally as you drive your last nail in, all the pain is gone, and *I* am free. You are not!<P>You nailed yourself in, into a black little box, I wonder why, but I see you got lost.<P>I will help you, if you want to be free.<P>But never again, will you raise the hammer against ME!<P>/Mik - trying to explain the pain of being utterly betrayed.