Breaking Out

Oh, how it hurts

when I touch those invisible thorns.

I know what outside, lurks

The sun, stars, and Dark clouds always turn;

but I want to be free, to fly

I want out, so I fight.

Against my restraints

I don't care anymore if I live or Die.

I want to fly, to feel the blues of the never ending sky.

But why, why am I stuck,

 here alone in this Glass Box.

Can no one come, can no one hear me?

Crying and begging, and screaming

for a chance to feel that world you are in.

You know what, I don't care;

Stay out if you what.

I can make do, but I will tell you.

I will get out, I will feel and touch the sky.

Just you wait, I will never stop trying

to break out, to fight against these bars and thorns.

Just you wait 

soon I will not be looking out but in,

so that I can see how you continue to think

 that you are restraining me