Glass/ssalG

No one else understands the way I think or feel
I touch the glass and realize it must not be real.
I'm sick of trust.
though friends were once a must
so everyone can just leave me alone, let me be,
inside this box, trapped where only I can see
the events and people around me, taunting
living their life, their judgement, their smiles haungting
as they pass by and examine the girl
inside the glass box, outside of the world.
It almost shattered today because I've lost control.
I opened my mouth to speak, a vacant hole.
Without the right words I've lost it all
even that trust, so I must build a wall
and even though I love them all outside my box
they can't see me past the chains and locks.
So I'll refrain from standing, I'll keep my mouth shut closed.
I'll become a stone forever posed
for them to be satisfied, for once when they pass by
to look and judge without ever understanding why.