The Box of Solitude

How dare you distract
My decent into madness
It’s none of your business
If I say I need this

This box is my mother
There’s no place I’d rather
I don’t want another
So don’t even bother

And I’ll take my chances
Erect cardboard fences
Fill my own spaces
Set my own prices

So stop your diversions
Pointing out my delusions
Making your assumptions
Calling institutions

How dare you distract
My decent into madness
It’s none of your business
If I say I need this