I stare out from my box of glass, the only place I’ve ever called home. Roll me like dice, and see how I land on my feet. Spin me, and notice how I’m facing forward. No matter how my life is manipulated around me, I will always manage to make myself right with it. My family, my friends, my relationships, everybody decides how my life will go because I allow them to dictate my destiny. For the first time in my life, I am completely frozen in place, nobody can turn me or flip me how they like. I move how I like to, at least that’s what I’m trying to do. I’ve never made my life my own, and as terrifying as that may be, it’s something we all have to do. However, don’t think I will come out of this completely freed, because my past holds me down like a leash around my neck. I may be out of my glass cage, but those blue eyes keep me frozen in thin air, never quite capable of flying on my own.