Imaginary box

I stand here thinking to myself
This pane of glass is the only thing
separating me from the outside world

I'm in a room, doors sealed shut;
Never a new opportunity. Rare visitors all say through the imaginary door,
"You are the only one keeping them from being opened.Could you crack one ajar"

I stand pondering, looking through my glass,
watching, waiting, wanting for more,
Staring awkwardly at the reflection;
It didn't look the same anymore.

What I saw was a women; battered by imagination.
I saw the mats of dull blond hair that use to hang like golden locks.
My eyes appeared droopy, darkened underneath.
Had a look of confusion; That is what I seen.

I saw a glimpse of the past, for a second I thought the door had cracked.
Confusion spread and took over me.
Thought I could see past my inner beauty.

In a split second, the room started spinning so fast.
Spiraling downward until at last;
I heard the shattering sound, that came from my pane of glass.

Cracking, and breaking, slamming me to the floor.
In a moment I was set free and realized that the past no longer controlled me.
My life lay open, the shards violently echoing, why did you keep me here.

To my amazement I slowly stood up,
Turned and walked through the door.
Leaving behind the victim that I designed.
I control me.