Trapped

In the race of life time passes me by
The past, the present, the future, all one lie
In a glass prision, a soundproof box
Perfectly seamless, crystal clear, no door, no locks
I yell, I scream, I shout, I cry
Nobody notices as I slowly die
Frantic, manic, sane is the new crazy
In a picture perfect world, wrong and right is hazy
My screams make no sound, my fists make no dent
After so long my existence is spent
I am weak, I am broken
I am silent and all my words are spoken
I am the calm after my storm