Trapped by Glass Walls.

I’m screaming,

I’m clawing,

I’m crying,

I’m suffocated,

I’m overwhelmed.

I’m slamming my body against the glass walls,

The pain,

The echo,

The isolation,

The torture,

It radiates.

You walk by,

Undeterred,

Unfazed,

Unaware,

Oblivious.

This glass house will be my tomb,

And no one will even notice.

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I am absolutely fine. Just needed to get some feeling off my chest.

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