Glass Box
Trapped inside my glass box
I see my future on the outside
I can not get to it
nothing to do but sit and cry
forever trapped it may seem
as I stay in my box
blocking me from what I love
no way out
trapped inside my glass box
this box has a name
which no one will ever know my sorrow
now the glass box is gone forever
my sorrow is gone yet a hole remains
remains even though I am free
no longer trapped
only free to be me
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