How to sit in a glass box.

We're all sitting in a glass box. 

It's cleaned with Windex though. So we hardly even notice we are in this glass box. It's THAT clean.

But we are. 

We are sitting here letting people stare at us. 

As if we are in some museum. Art hanging on the wall. Something they can judge as "good" or "bad." But this museum is filled with glass boxes which are filled with you and me. People sitting in a glass box. Something they can judge as "good" or "bad."

Sometimes, these people think they can control us, too. Because, you know, judging us isn't enough entertainment.

They reach their hands into our boxes and move us around. Telling us to do this or that. Telling us that the way we were before them was wrong. They arrange us perfectly and then they leave. But when they return to stare some more, they get angry when they realize we didn't stay where they put us. 

You can yell all you want. 

And at some point they will leave you alone. 

But then you're just sitting in a glass box alone. 

We would rather be stared at and critiqued than be alone. 

So we don't scream. Not often. 

We let them judge us and touch us and move us. We do what they want. 

But in the night, when everyone is home and alone, we all realize that no matter what, we don't control our own glass boxes. Just others. Better to be moved around than to be alone. 

We are all sitting in a glass box.