Trapped and transparent

I feel like I'm in a box fogging up the glass the more and more I breathe,

The more I live the more I breathe the more I panic the more I breathe,

Maybe breath is the problem,

Maybe I am the problem?

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The glass appears weak to others yet is left unbroken by most,

The few that crack it step inside and get trapped,

A gelatinous cube of suffocation,

See-through for most opaque for me.

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I try to see and breathe in the glass and thick water,

Yet I fail to see eye to eye,

Yet I fail to die!

My last breath will be clear,

Something I wish for dear...

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