Cube Of Glass

He used to sit there,
in an awkward cube of glass.
Waiting for people,
who used to come,see and pass.

They could see through the glass,
but they couldn't see what's in there.
But he could see them,
and to talk he didn't dare.

So he used to sit there,
with a head and no goals.
Sit there and fantasize
about meeting new souls.

And one rainy day,
there came a girl.
Who could see whose inside,
she could see the pearl.

And somehow,
with her innocent sweet smile.
She made him forget his pain,
even though just for a while.

And one fine day,
she actually made him laugh.
Setting him free,
breaking the glass.

A glass at which,
reflections everyone would see.
And I'm glad they couldn't see him,
for the person inside was me.

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I wrote this poem when I saw myself smiling while talking to a friend and she was the one to point it out that of the 2 years she had known me this was the first time I didn't have a frown on my face.so this one is for that special friend.