This is mine, I wrote it, no stealing
The music flows around her,
in this small container
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem