• The music flows around her,
    in this small comtainer
    But It's not a room.
    Its a box,
    One side glass.
    And as music flows around her,
    She sees people looking in,
    Observing,
    Judging,
    And glaring
    at a girl stuck in a box,
    music too high to even think,
    and Isolated
    only to be seen by others
    But there's one boy,
    Who peers past the glass,
    And looks into her eyes,
    Staring into her very being.
    And understands.
    Yet the boy is just like the others.
    and walks away,
    Leaving this girl alone
    Only to see him turn away,
    and not to be able to say anything,
    because she's trapped...
    Behind a glass wall.