Glass is not freedom. It teases. Creates disappointment. Misery.
To see everything just beyond my reach. My hands pressed against the glass pane, willing above anything that it would break - for my chance. For my future to begin. But life is not always kind. I've watched others eventually pass through the glass- little by little creating cracks in this deceptive enclosure. I tried to follow - to be blocked not now by glass but by people. Those willing to go to enormous lengths to keep those like me away. To keep us trapped behind glass.
