The Glass Box

by BeautifulGirl   Oct 15, 2007


I'm screaming
In a world that does not listen.
I'm watching
From a glass box within.
I'm isolated
In a place where no one hears me.
I'm pounding
On the glass trying to break free.
I'm crying
As I watch my grandmother die.
I'm depressed
because i want to see the place where she lie

But I can't because
I'm in a glass box
And I can't get out.
In the glass box the people finally see
There is a teenage girl
That tries to scream and shout.
But all there is, is silence
My life ends in violence.

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