The Girl in the Glass box

The girl in the glass box
she never slept.
She looked at the painted glass walls,
Frantically searching for a way out.
She wasn't unhappy,
even though in a box,
Because she was herself
and followed her heart's whims!
She sang and danced and dreamt sky high,
and wrote and painted the tall glass walls.
She cooked and played 
and lived life her way!
But she was here..
all locked up and alone.
Surrounded by glass walls,
with not even  a hole.
She dreamt of the day,
she would be free..
She did what she loved
and didn't follow the crowd.
She didn't hide behind curtains,
when society scorned!
Instead held her head high
and walked straight by!
People and opinions ,
she heeded not!
Coz with bricks and bats,
She could make a home!
Fearless and bold ,
she was meant to be!