Glass Box
I was patient
staring out from the glass box,
looking at how you are moving away
Helpless and lonely than one imagined
it has been long since I threw away the keys
loneliness now turn into anger
yet you take no pride in noticing it
despite such sacrifice
what hurts the more
is the circus you treat me
every time you pass my containment
you taunt, and scratch
to awaken the animal for your amusement
well, gone the days of containment
i shall now let myself free
free enough to scorch you if you ever taunt
all I need is that key,
that I once threw away to keep myself from hurting you
all you need is to wait.
I getting out from my glass box
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