Sometimes I feel like the show girl in the glass tank full of water hand-cuffed and tied making it hard for her to excape. Stuck in a place where you cannot breath; looking out at people who could help you, but instead just sit and watch. Trapped and bound struggling to get free, so you can breath. Begging for help but it seems like no one can hear you; yet they all see whats going on. Looking out at a place where you want to be; a place where you know everything it alright. Trapped in a place with what seems like no way out. Kicking to get free but it seems like you’re going no where. The binding won’t come loose and the panic sets in; you think that this could possibly be the end. Everyone watches while you are in despair. Till finally one person comes who really cares, breaks down the glass, cuts you free and helps you breath again.
The girl in the Glass Box
January 1, 2010