Hide your true self in a box.
Seal it off with psychic locks
And teach your memory to forget
The secret. Or, better yet,
Take a cue from those around.
Miser-like surround
Yourself with things that glow
And glitter: strike a flaccid blow!
Preserve the sameness, save the Bland;
Conceal contention from the land.
Homogenise your thoughts and scheme
On how to cover up the seams
That twist around your secret box
With its bitter, barren, frightened locks.