Living in this jar of glass,
so detached from what's beyond.
The world outside seems beautiful,
with valid feelings, bliss, inclusion.
But in here there's no room for that.
The one inside is invisible.
With deafening silence,
all pleads are muted.
The glass is cold,
so depressing,
so isolating,
so alone.
The air is so thick and suffocating,
but even so, that's no escape.
Is it fate to live here forever?
Feeling numb yet feeling so deeply,
always overlooked, always left behind.
This place might look safe,
but nothing yet everything happens in the jar.
