This box isn't quite right for me -
you see,
there's more to me
than this.
Its dimensions are wrong -
too long,
too thin,
maybe,
to house me
comfortably.

If I sever a limb,
will you comprehend
I can never mend
again?
Of course,
I'll be the right size -
so much easier
on your cold eyes.

Much neater this way in the end.