Hey there, I am living in a jar
Does that mean we are all far
Away in some other cupboard
In the dark of the closed door?
Try as I might I cannot prise 
It open not without some aid
Try as I might I look for some
But I can see help it was not made
For me – in abject sadness
I put aside all notions of escape
I continue to live inside this jar
I can’t remember how I came here!
try as I might the memory has disappeared
It’s been scratched from inside my soul
I lean upon the glass looking outwards
Is this where I pray for a change
Have I been waiting for a cue or what?
I am on my knees, hands clasped 
Wishing I was no longer imprisoned
Inside my own head where splinters grow
From past smashed glass, why don’t they go?
I don’t want them they slow my progress
They poison my new life, it is not necessary
Nor wanted, nor needed nor desired by me.
Living in a jar is no picnic
It destroys love before it is born
And sucks my life until I am worn.
Is this compulsory punishment
For something I have not even done?
No matter for I have punished myself
Roughly about a thousand times over.
I am not satisfied unless I inflict pain
Upon myself in every possible way
I take out my heart and slice it into thin
Pieces and feed it to the birds and fishes,
I take out my brain and chop it into squares
Give them to the local dogs home,
I take my eyes and squash them.  
For I no longer need any of these parts
Living in a jar.
Living in a jar, I can’t talk to anyone
And they can’t hear me anyway,
There is no phone nor microphone
Anyway what can I say living the way I do
Away from everyone and everything
If I could speak what would I talk about?
How I hate living in a jar, no doubt!