i am stuck in a glass box. No I'm not a mime and no I'm not Houdini Though my legs are tied with chains I cannot seem to find the key to Pulling me down behind metal doors and locks snapped shut By my own doing, I am my own victim The walls I’ve built above myself are now a sarcophagus I find comfort in My grave dug deeper than the 6 feet recommendation, The breathing space I have seems only to fill with water The more I push away the help I crave, The more I doubt I will get it. With grave robbers visiting my tomb often I am now use to the feeling of losing parts of myself I will not see again Always being told from a young age to not give my whole heart away But never fully listening The iron gates I’ve built around myself , impenetrable to those wanting to see in. After the numerous moments I’ve wished id kept them shut For those only wanting to take, only give more reason to keep them locked.