This is a poem... But it's still literature so here you go
I have one little box
That I keep all my thoughts in
It is hidden well, it is very valuable
It must be hidden to keep me happy
Every day, I put more thoughts into my little box
It is always ful, but there is always room for more
I tried to empty it once but it just made a mess
I can't handle all of that!
So I just put it back in the box
But one day the box was stolen!
They went trough my little box
Threw stuff out
I tried to pick it up, but it just fell flat on the ground
They went trough my thoughts
And that hurt me
It hurt me a lot
And it damaged my little box
