The Girl in the Glass Box

Trapped in an invisible cage, I am not a mime for you to watch.

I am only free and happy when it suits you

when my mouth is sealed together

making it the perfect pair of lips to kiss.

 

I paint a smile on my face every morning before you wake up

because I know you would want nothing less than perfect.

I am not just a doll for you to show off to your friends

but I only come alive when you are no longer around.

 

When you’re gone for weeks or months at a time

I take the liberty to drink my sorrows and to swallow my anger

for when you come back I know it will rise up even stronger.

 

I don’t dance, or kiss or go out with any other men

but you won’t even give me the respect of trusting me.

Accusing me of cheating and lying

as if I would sell myself to some other man.

 

I get it, maybe you know that you treat me terribly

and you’re scared of losing me to someone

who can look after me better than you have ever done.

 

I may not raise my voice often

afraid that when I do, you will fight back

and put me back in my glass box

only to drown out my voice, my existence.

 

There will come a point where the glass will shatter

like my heart has done so many times

when It was chiseled and dented by the man I used to love.

 

The glass will break by my hands, by my voice because

I will yell louder than I have done before

and fight tougher like I have never done before

then and only then will you notice me.

 

Because you will be forced to listen to me

as I place you in a front row seat

to watch a mime that can speak and yell louder than all his fellow companions.

Such a rare oddity it will be for you will realise that you have mistreated me.

 

And you will realise it’s too late to change

for the show has ended and I will vanish before your eyes

like a great magician –

I will leave you wishing you had paid attention.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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