Is your life simple?
In a pretty little box,
Wrapped with pink paper.
Stuffed with tissue…tissue is skin.
Safe and unharmed.

But she’s a blue girl
I think she’s sad
I think she wants to get out of the box
The tissue is ripped, shredded to pieces.

She wants to look outside but is dark in there.
She can’t see…
She feels with her hands but she can’t see.
And that scares her.

What kind of damage can she do on the outside?
Will she even be dangerous at all?
She’ll never know,
Until she steps out of the box…