Glass Walls.

They say the eyes are gateways to the soul.

Then why does my soul have to be hidden?

Covered by 'mandatory' glass walls.

Inside this, glass prison.

Locked away.

Hidden from the world.

I have grow fear of people seeing my eyes.

Seeing my soul.

Seeing what's behind these glass walls.

Behind this, glass prison.

Afraid of being myself.

Hiding from the world.

Will I ever get out of these walls of glass?

Will my soul be freed?

Will my soul be seen?

My eyes and soul long for that day.

But its in the distance, far away.

But I'll get there, someday.