The Glass Box
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Sophia Gianotti, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2019
Clear gates kept me locked inside a glass box.
I was trapped inside, nowhere to run or hide.
But people could see me, my face, my fear.
There was no escape from their burning stares.
They could see my deepest, most hidden secrets.
My sheer terror and panic exposed to the world.
It’s as if their eyes were burning into my skin.
My mind and heart felt barren.
As if a tornado had gone and wiped everything out.
Everyone could see me. The real me.
The one I fought to keep hidden.
My nightmare was now a reality.