Boxes

 I started to notice when you use my name
It was a strained tone
         High and off
        Like the very word
           Tasted weird in your mouth
        It wasn't quite right.
      That's okay cause you
          Stay at work
That is the box i placed you in and that is were you will stay
I was told extreme compartmentalization is a coping skill
      If I allowed you outside of your box
You would see
And that is the last thing I want
You don't need this
I don't need you
I have enough people
But I do notice
When you use my name
And it kills me
Cause I hate the emotion that follow