I press my face to the glass
And watch the world go by
Stiff fingers leave marks of desolation
Marring the wall with my presence.
 
It is not my world out there
It is not my life I see.
Not my life I ache to touch,
To taste, to breathe in deeply.
 
The world outside is vibrant,
Joyful, full of passion.
A merry-go-round of song and fun
Laughter and high spirits.
The ticker tape rain beats
A mocking drum on my window.
 
No, it is not my world out there.
I don't belong with them
Those happy, shiny people.
The glass cage surrounds me
Keeps me apart, alone.
The glass cage is my world;
Cold, sterile, joyless.
Lifeless.
 
I can shout and I can scream
Snarl and gnash and rage
Throw myself against glass walls
Cry at the injustice of it all.
In the end it does no good
There's no-one here to hear
There's only me.  My four walls.
 
And the people outside?
Those brightly lambent souls?
They cannot help me
They cannot see, you see?
Can't look in through the glass
And see the real me
 
They see what they want to see;
A reflection of me.
A reflection of them.
Outside the box.
Free.