The girl in the glass box, kept in the box in the pocket if the old man fate.
The girl in the glass box just as fragile as her prison.
The girl in the glass box, pushed into the walls of her own skin, crowded in her own thoughts.
The girl in the glass box fragile so perfect.
No one able to get inside to save her or simply give her company without first shattering her walls and her along with it.
The girl in the glass box forever looking out but wanting only to stay in her own darkness.
The girl in the glass box touching a hand but through a wall.
Never to be freed, no matter how hard I try.
-JoDekka
