Glass Box

Feeling trapped in a glass box?

One little move and it breaks.

Piercing its shards through your flesh.

You drip profusely, you want to stop,

But all you can do is stare.

Days pass, Months flow, Years go.

The wounds still remain as good as new.

Slowly one learns, it is impossible,

Impossible to get out of this cage.

You no longer feel trapped,

You no longer feel the pain.

All you do is gaze out, and

See them knocking on the glass box.