Lost in the glass that’s colorful and bold

So many People but everything’s cold

Escaping escapism is a form of art

When you’re pinned to the cell with a dart

Melting into the glass and fusing to the walls

Our faces turned plastic, resembling a doll

I stared through the rose colored lenses

And slowly began to gain my senses

I wanted to leave but my legs were numb

My brain was held captive, my body succumbed

Everyone says its better in here

But Nobody sees that the glass isn’t clear

It’s a figment

Clouded pigment

But They’re all so indignant

The glass is stained

Our wrists are chained

And all the breath and life’s been drained