The evils of a glass box

These days it's like i'm in a Glass Box.

Everyone is walking, skipping, and laughing through life around me, but here I am. Trapped.

Trapped, in this glass box.

It's almost like I'm sitting here watching the world pass by, watching those i love look at me, and walk away. 

Here I am, screaming for help, here I am, jumping up and down to get noticed, here I am, shouting for anyone to hear me. And yet I just sit here, in my glass box. 

Waiting.