You are what I've decided.

Boxed in
yes you are
sitting within the confines of what
I believe you to be.
Lovely on a shelf with all the others.
You are what I've decided.
You are what I deem fit.  What the box I've made can hold of you.
And the rest of all of you, that part that doesn't fit, stands unseen.
Refused.

                                                      If you follow me and try to fit.
                                                      Scrunch yourself down to fit with the lid still slightly popped..
                                                      we are not right,
                                                      you uncomfortable to please and me not satisfied.
                                                       I need to begin again and leave the lid aside.