Crazy
One word,
Two syllables,
A few meanings,
But for me,
Just one
I am trapped in a box,
You do not know it,
But I am
It is clear,
So you can see right through to me.
It is glass,
But you cannot break it,
As it is thick
Only the right person,
At the right time,
Will be able to shatter the box,
Careful not to hurt me
The person who can break the box,
Is the only one who can see it
The box is pretty small,
Only containing me
And my emotions
It gets crowded sometimes,
But I know with time,
I will get my space
The wait is long
And I wish time would speed up
It will not though
And I have grown to accept it
Many years I have been in this box,
Except I had not known,
That is until I bumped into the glass
