Sometimes

Sometimes I feel trapped in a little box. That box is surrounded with mirrors inside. Sometimes I see a light in one of the corners. Sometimes I try to open that light more to get out, I try, and try so hard suddenly it goes off. Sometimes of trying so hard, I give up, I cry. The mirrors get colder, as I cry. When the light disappears and comes back, I look at my face in the mirror. Sometimes I hear voices. Those voices can't hear me, I try to scream, I hit on the mirrors beside me. Sometimes I try to do anything to get out, I get sad. Sometimes, as time passes me by I get older, I survive without food, and water. I think I'll never get out of here. Sometimes, I've wondered has it been forever?