Through the glass,
I see you there.
I'm in here,
Just staring out.

I see children playing.
Laughter, joy, and innocence flourishes.
Though I'm frozen here,
I secretly wish and hope for freedom.

Trapped.
Constricted.
Permanentely here.
Only now to observe.

Isolation.
Never to communicate, ever.
Eternal silence.
Not even the softest whisper can escape.

There are many others where I am.
We're all prisoners.
Locked up at night.
Distant from all life.

Day after day,
I am visited by the young and old.
Oh, how I long for their touch.
Just to connect with someone, anyone.

Some would say that I stare.
Or that my eyes follow you.
It's my only communication,
A mere cry for help.

My body, eternally suffering.
One position, one pose.
A smile that will never fade.
A hand that will never relax.

What do you see?
A joyous smile or a tormented frown?
Look through me to see what I really am.
I am art.