Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

Bemused
Chaotic
Predestination
Empathy
Remorse
Timid

Bemused you stare at me,
Not sure what my label should be.
Your look says that every person has a predestination,
A little box with their name and designation,
But I won't climb in.
I am not timid about this, my greatest sin.
So you try to comfort what you see as insecurity
And imagine that this means you have great empathy.
I know I'm not that different from the rest.
I don't need you to find the box that fits me best.
Still, I won't climb in.
I have no remorse for this, my greatest sin.
Chaotic worlds are captured by the skies
And I'm only one more human in disguise.
There's nothing special 'bout me, don't you know?
I'm Ms. Average or I'm just another joe.
I've seen the box and I'm supposed to rest therein.
The single trouble being that I'll never climb within.
Oh, no, I won't climb in.