Glass Box

Being alive without truly living.

Standing inside
Looking out
No one can see me
No one can hear me shout

Pressing my hands against the walls
I watch the people walk by
Never knowing how close they come
To suffering the same fate as mine

I sit in my cold prison
Wondering when my life had changed
When I had stopped living
When I had become estranged

My heart is still beating
My blood still flows
But inside my glass box
The world of time slows

I want to break free
I want to go and live
This life has so much to offer
And I have so much to give.