Transparent and hidden
I reach out
and fingers touch
cold and hard
like a mime artist
on the glass box
surrounding me,
unbreakable,
trapped
yet constantly seen
by others around,
The crystal cage
travels life
with me,
and knowing glances
penetrate the walls,
live human dissection
gilded bird man
wings clipped
lost behind
invisible barriers,
People walk by
smiles and reference
they stop talking
lean to each other,
and my mind shatters
fixating on what they 
could have been saying,
cracked and damaged identity
within ever-strong
gorilla glass.

Poem Tags
#cage, #christian, #identity, #loneliness, #personality, #poem, #poetry, #seeker, #spokenword, #trapped, #value, #walls, #zoo
Prompt
Are people talking about you? Trapped in a glass box - your personality zoo.