there's walls surrounding me on all sides.
they are made of glass, and i can see right through them.
on the other side of the walls, i see everything i wish to have.
a plan for my life.
friends who build me up.
the boy i love.
on the other side of the walls, i see the person i wish to be.
a confident young girl.
someone who doesn't make mistakes.
a young women comfortable with who she is.
but this glass walls just taunt me.
because while i can see what lies beyond this room, i have no way out.
there is no door.
no windows.
just four glass walls boxing me in.
and everyday i look longingly through these walls at all of the things i strive to have and to be in my life.
but i can't get to them.
i can't get to them easily, that is.
because in the back of my mind i know exactly what i i'll have to do to finally go beyond the walls.
i need to break the glass.
using my bare hands, i'll need to start pounding at the walls until my hands begin to ache.
hitting with all of my might as bruisers and bumps form and i grow tired and weary.
the things we want most in life are never easily attained.
and finding the motivation to finally push for tho things isn't something that's easily attained either.
so until i can find that motivation, i'll be waiting inside this closed room.
inside these glass walls.
stuck.
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Poetrythese are the things i wish i was able to say out loud. but because i can't here are the words that pass through my mind the words no one listens to because they'll never get the chance. . {highest ranking #98 in poetry}
