Glass box

A Poem by Anzu

I live in a box,
It's pretty and made of glass.
There are no locks,
Because there's no door to pass.

In this box of glass,
I see the world outside made of brass.
It's so pretty and full of light,
But it never looks quite right.

Inside this box I'm lonely,
There are no visitors, family or friends.
There's me inside only,
Constantly looking through the lens.

My heart and my body aches,
I scream and cry but no one can hear.
I commited countless mistakes,
So maybe this is the price to pay for them to clear.

I'm drowning in my own tears,
It has been years.
There's no one who can rescue me,
I'm left to drown and die in this sea.

I bang on glass,
But it never seems to crack.
The statues outside are deaf and brass,
They will never turn back.

A lonely lass,
Sits in a prison of glass.
This is her price to pay,
For everything from that day.