Glass Box Poem

Four sides

Four corners

Can't go up

Or down

Four sides

Four corners

But I see the clearest all around

Is it made of glass?

Or made of plastic?

Hard to break?

Or made to last?

Is it real?

Imagination?

Designed to save

Designed in past

Four sides

Four corners

Can't go up

Or down

Four sides

Four corners

But I see the clearest all around

They say

Break through

They say

I want to

They say

Everything is made for the outside

Four sides

Four corners

Can't go up

Or down

Four sides

Four corners

But I see the clearest all around

I touch

So cool

Feels like air

Pull back

Don't want to

Try...

I see you calling

I can see the words

On your mouth

But I can't hear a sound

Four sides

Four corners

Can't go up

Or down

Four sides

Four corners

But I see the clearest all around

You want me

To break free

But deep inside this shell is where I am me

You want to

To break free

You want to

To break me

But inside my box I am

Safe?...FREE