My little box

It can be such a lonely world and in my little box that is 'my world', it doesn't really have anything in it! It has little eye holes I can see out of.
Can't see any one though, people on the outside, people outside of my little box!
Things have fallen out the bottom, things aren't put in there any more. My little box is shrinking it used to be massive! My little box has cobwebs, it's been put to the back of the shelf. By me? by other people? or probably both?
It feels sometimes like being in prison, you live for the times your family your loyal people visit, which they always do. But you have no idea what is going on in the 'real' world, on the outside. You don't see anyone else, no one else visits. Why? who knows? maybe my box is too small now?
I feel like when or if I do get on the outside, out of prision, I won't be able to cope! it will be too scary and all the people I once knew won't be there any more! it all would of changed too much. What will I do, who will be there when I finally get home?
Of course my family will, as they all dip in and out of the world that is 'my little box'.
Will I ever get out of prison or am I in for life???