I sit on a shelf, a trophy
My life is on display
I'm surrounded by a soundproof box
My voice drowned out by its confines.
People point and stare
and I know they are judging me;
My mistakes, my failures.
But I can't let them hurt me anymore.
I've tried kicking and screaming,
Clawing at the walls until my fingers bleed,
All to no avail.
But now I will prove it to them.
I will break open this cage,
I will take charge of my own life.
I will live, and love, the way I decide.
And the first sound they will ever hear from me
Will be me stepping on broken glass.