There is this box and it acts as my cage.
There are no holes to let me breathe
and the box is far to thick for me to break.
I can hear people
and see people through the translucent glass, but it stops me from reaching out,
trapping me once more.
I get angry with myself for not being able to escape.
I don't know why I am the way that I am.
No matter how hard I try,
I've never been able to say that I'm free.
Free from sadness,
anger,
and love.
Free from this box.
For if the box shatters I may be able to take a deep breath.
I might be able to have you.
But this is all just one illusion.
Too good to be true.
A hopeless reality.
I need help,
desperately,
but nobody can hear me screaming through the glass.
