The Glass BoxThere once was girl who lived in a glass box.
Not because she wanted to, for she was trapped.
She couldn't escape even if she tried.
Her shadow reflected off the solid glass walls,
Back bent in endless despair.
When will someone save me? She asked.
Does anyone care? She wondered.
People she once knew passed her by
Without a hint of concern in their dark eyes,
They laughed, they pointed, and they stared.
She sunk down to the glass floor and began to weep.
Her cries were inaudible from the world outside the box.
Why can't I be free? She screamed.
Why can't I be free? She screamed again.
Her voice echoed until there was a vague silence.
That's when she realized that no one will ever free her