Why is it I feel the worst
When the people around me see nothing wrong
Do I see something they don’t
Do I feel something I shouldn’t
Am I the only one closed in this glass case?
Why is it I see good when all there is, is bad?
Am I blinded by love?
Or is it just pain?
I wish I could break this glass that contains me,
Then maybe I would see this fantasy
Not reality
But yet I see and feel through this glass
Maybe this glass is what I should overcome.
The glass is strong though,
And I am weak.
I wish I could be like those outside the glass,
Smiling my cares away . . .
Yet here I stand in my glass case,
I slowly press my hands against this wall
And failed once again to break through . . .