Glass Box

Sometimes I feel like i’m stuck in a glass
box
with no one to teach me, i’m not really breathing,
why not
The walls are getting closer and my heart is racing over I’m not really sure how to
stop
The tears are now flowing
The water is filling up my glass
box
I’m stuck in this cycle and I can’t seem to
stop
why not
its my glass
box
my power is flowing
the box is now growing
now it is
 not
It’s now in shards on the floor
now i’m not as
distraught