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Prison of Glass

I lock myself away in a glass box
To avoid getting hurt
But that doesn't always work.
People knock on my glass box and crack it
Trying to break through
And I just pull back
Into my little corner
And hug my knees close to my chest
Until the pounding stops.

I fear being forgotten,
Because anyone I get close to
Just ends up forgetting me.

I hate getting flashbacks
Of things I wish I didn't remember
Because the truth is
Those things terrify me.

I wish I could let my guard down
But I can never do that any more
Because I'm scared
To let myself be hurt again.

I'm sick of trying,
Tired of smiling,
I feel like my heart is dying,
And I can't seem to stop crying.

Yeah I'm smiling
But it's just to keep the tears from falling
And that is easily the worst kind of pain
You can ever sustain.

When I wake up
My nightmare doesn't end
And I'm still back at the beginning
Trapped in this glass box
And unable to get out.

It locks from the outside
And I'm the only one without a key.
I knew this when I walked in
But I was just so scared
That I didn't care
And I closed the door behind me anyways.

But now I can't get out of my glass box
And I'm forever trapped in here
Or at least until someone with a key
Walks by
And stops to stare
Long enough
To realize I'm trapped
And let me out.

But I'm afraid
That's just never going to happen
And I will forever be
Trapped in my glass box
For the rest of eternity
Because that is just
What I decided for myself
When I walked in here
From the beginning.

I'll never be able to properly feel again
Trapped in this glass box.
I will never understand
What it means to be happy
Or sad
Or angry
Or distraught
Or excited
Or any sort of emotion
Because in this glass box
Where I am separated from the world
My heart has grown cold
And it is closed off from everyone
As well as my own emotions.

"I'm used to it," is my catchphrase
And I rarely find myself saying anything else.
"I'm okay," seems to be my response
To everything nowadays.
"It's fine," is all I can manage to say
To people who push me away.

I'm all alone
In my glass box
And because I know
That no one is ever going to save me
It's not just a glass box
Or my glass barrier from the outside world.

It's my prison of glass.

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