by Devoted2Impress

Created on: November 16, 2008

There's a chamber made of glass that sits high upon your shelf. I used to sit and admire it from a far. I thought it was just so beautiful you said it was just a glass jar.

I pointed out how the cut glass sparkles and it was reflecting all the colors in the room. You said you hadn't noticed as you returned back to your gloom.

I picked up the chamber of glass and held it up to the sun, the room was filled with prisms much to everyone's delight. You just smirked and said "I don't think it's all that bright."

You started to get angry saying "If you like so much why don't you climb inside." I thought to myself, what a lovely place to hide.

Maybe then you could see my feelings as they reflect around you the room. Maybe then you could see me for my worth that lies within. Maybe then you could set me free from the horrible rusted tin box you keep me in.

It was so beautiful when I slid so far, deep inside. I guess I hadn't noticed that the sides reached up so high.

I asked you for some help, like usual you turned away. I was on my own just like all the times before.

You picked up the chamber of glass from the sunlight and set it on the floor behind the door.

You said " It makes a great door stop, I think that's what I will use it for."

So as I sit here in my beautiful glass chamber, waiting for the light. While you go out and party half the night. You enjoy your freedom as much as you can, most days I sit and wonder how much more I can stand.

Your control keeps me trapped here. There's nothing I can change, that is until I decide to tip the glass chamber over and just walk away.

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