Trapped in a box
a two way mirror
looking through the glass, it doesn't get clearer
I can see them, but they can't see me
I'm along in this box
it's just me
I want to break the glass
I don't care I hurt my fingers
I'll punch it until it breaks so i can see clearer
So I punch through the glass and make my fingers bleed
I don't care because I can finally see
It just got better
the world is so bright
until they build up the glass and trap you inside
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
ŞiirPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
