In a Glass Box

Imagine yourself in a soundproof glass box, you can see what's around the box, but people outside can only see their own reflections. For the first few days it's okay you are patient that someone would notice and rescue you. But the third day the anxiety and loneliness creep in and by fifth, the frustration is at a heightened intensity. You are screaming and yelling and shouting, banging on that glass, pulling your hair and teeth, but nothing no one notices. And then there is this one person who sees the glass and not the mirror, that person passes by every day, maybe an occasional smile. You hope but then even if you cry out at the top of your voice, that person doesn't understand a thing, and jus passes by. Now imagine yourself in that box, and watch yourself from outside the box. No matter how much that person in the box screams, nothing, not even a tiny sound... all the begging and praying... still silence. No matter how hard that person hurt themselves, nothing. No one is coming to save you and that hope is jus' a mirage to fade, and a cruel taunt to show you how minuscule is your existence.