I can feel my lungs burning out, dissolving in my blood with every scream. My throat catching fire, scorching more with every word I speak. My body feels like someone else's, mine never hurt this much.
I glance around me, people walking by, looking at me with nothing but pity
'I will scratch their eyes out of their sockets"
They always look and go on with their lives. But they always look.
I get up again, it's been so long in this claustrophobic cage that I've lost track of time. I get up and I stretch my arms, maybe this time I will be set free.
I pound on the glass walls, again and again till my wounds reopen and I start to bleed. The wall is dirty, bloodstained, I try to clean the brown marks but they don't seem to go.
People look at me as they pass by, no one does anything.
'aren't you supposed to do something?Anything?'
' Hush, I don't need them to do anything, I can clean my blood on my own'
I patch myself back again, get back on my feet, but through the transparent walls of this deadbeat cage, I see you and I feel like I've been brought home. You look right at me, my organs feel like they're shutting down. My brain, shutting down.
'You're back!'
I say out loud but words don't come out of my mouth
' Why aren't YOU doing anything?/ 'WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME?'
I look at you and instead of your eyes, I see theirs. Their eyes grow grim when they look at me,
'Have you become them too?
' Why do your eyes look so sad?'
You start to walk away, just like that, just like any other person would've
'He walked away'
This couldn't be you.
And with that pain, the glass cage became smaller.
