The Glass Box

Im living in a glass box. 

Though no one can see it, I promise it exist.

Surrounding this box is an endless ocean.

As long as I stay in this box, I will be happy and dry. No problems.

Once I hit middle school, my box started cracking. 

Just a little water came in, nothing too big. Nothing I couldn't take care of.

2nd year in middle school the cracks widened.

I managed to seal most of the cracks but they kept opening back.

In my last year, the cracks were big enough for me to need to worry.

If my box filled, I would drown. It would overwhelm me.

I found a solution that I didn't realize existed. I managed to seal all my cracks and get rid of all water.

I hadn't felt that amazing for a long time.

Without any warning though, the sealed glass cracked. Worse than ever before.

The water started pouring in.

I began frantically looking for someway to stop the flow.

To this day I haven't been able to stop the flood. I have slowed it down but the water still pours in. I don't know how much longer I can keep the water out. 

Im not sure what the glass box represents to be honest. I guess I kinda see it as my capacity. The water is life. So like stress, school, love, pressure, anxiety, etc.