Not a sliver of glass
is broken around her.
Every inch and corner
has covered the mass.

Below her as she walks
the glass breaks and cracks.
Her feet bleed
and bleed through her socks.

Only people could see her
but she could not them.
She heard their laughs and words
and her emotions began to stir.

Why does she have to stay still
and watch every move she makes?
Why does she have to hurt
and have to yell and shrill?

She wants to breathe, not grouse.
So her feet can be free
and she can be alive
out of this glass house.