Strange jealousy over an assumption. Curiosity killed the cat and cracked the fragile confidence I had.
Now I unhappily sit in a jar, that I was once so content to be placed in. Why did you put me in here? I guess I'm only a souvenir-protected and cherished, but never played with. I mustn't forget I'm off limits to others as well.
Why don't I try to escape? Why don't I flee from these suffocatingly pathetic dreams...
Someday I'll break out. Someday you'll come to look for me and all you will find on your shelf, is shattered glass.
