I Am Poem

I AM

I am the key to the locked chest
I wonder why people always try to open the chest
I hear the machines drilling
I see the people trying
I want it to stop
I am the key to the locked chest

I pretend that people mind their own business
I fell mad that they keep they never stop
I touch the chest to close it harder
I worry they might get in
I cry to make them stop
I am the key to the locked chest

I understand that they are just curious
I say the curiosity killed the cat
I dream for all this to end
I try to understand them
I hope the chest never opens
I am the key to the locked chest