Pandoras Abuser

You haven't seen my face, but its ugly
The sunken eyes of a meth user
Hair in thin wisps about my skeletal face
I'm the torn and tattered soul of Pandora
My abuser seems happy most of the time
But she comes at me in a rage
Beats me down, and calls me names
Then tosses me back into the closet, and chains me down
Worried that I might escape, and rain havoc on her Eden
The box was discovered
Shrieking and moaning
Should I open it, and destroy the world?