Put Me Away

My brain feels scattered, ratted with knots. Too many cross-talks, can't focus on thoughts. So I'll put it away, away in this box. And I'll strap it in with a chain and some locks. Maybe then the rocks in my socks will get lost. Really I'm doing it, I'm hiding away. No matter the cost, it's worth it to stay Inside of this box, I won't be missed anyway. Finally maybe, I could make the voice stop. If I just lock my brain, away in this box.