I sit here in a glass cage. Around me no matter how much I struggle I'm trapped. People think its not a cage but my skin, like I'll shatter any second. They sneak past me and say minimal amounts of words to make sure it doesn't smash and break. I sit here with the glass cage becoming taunting. It closes in tighter around me. Tears well up but I hold them back so I can still see clearly and the glass doesn't get steamy and uncomfortable. I push out to try and escape once more. Nothing. People walk past. They look at me and check me out like a product. I sit and hum to the song stuck in my head. Slowly. Day after day. People stop walking by. People stop looking.
Oh no.
Oh no.
This anxiety builds up inside me that no one will come by again. No one can help. No one can save me. No one understands. No one believes they can shatter my restricting shell. The tears can't be held back. I try to move but the glass had made me a perfect cut out of what it wanted. I push and nudge. I slam against the glass. Nothing. No hope.
I sit there drenched In tears and I hear the faint foot steps around the Corner. The tears well up again as hope fill my heart and my head. The girl walks around the corner and looked at me for a second. She approaches slowly and kneels down. She rests her hand on the glass. It cracks.
Finally.
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RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
