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