Schrödinger’s Cat

Sometimes I’m like that cat
Alone in the box. 
Am I alive
Or am I dead. 
Waiting for somebody, anybody
To open the box,
To interact
And look inside. 


What if I’m dead?
That wouldn’t be the best.
Or would it?
No more mystery
And I’d be out of the box.
Somebody would know. 
Therefore my existence,
Even in death,
Would be validated. 


What if they look inside
And I’m alive?
That would be good - 
Wouldn’t it?
I’d be able to talk to someone.
I’d be out of the box.
It would be nice -
As long as I had the choice
To get back in the box
Whenever I needed to.