stripped down to only my soul
i'm imprisoned inside this glass box
where everything i want in life
is in plain sight
but everything i want in life
is outside the box
i pound the glass
cry out for help
no one can hear me
people walk by, free to view my struggle
some laugh, some say nothing
others with their "i'm sorry"s and "cheer up"s
which don't help me
no one can help me
i bet no one would want to anyway
realizing there is no way out
i breathe heavy on the glass
and with my finger, draw a heart
soon it fades away
and soon i begin to cry
so i sit, naked and helpless
with my back to the glass
and ponder about hte irony in all of this...
my heart feels like it's been
broken into a million pieces
but those broken pieces
make up the unbreakable glass
of this box which i can never leave
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