I know why the caged bird sings.

It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.

It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.

He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.

He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.

He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.

He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.

He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.

The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.

I know why the caged bird sings.

After days of sleep and always staying indoors

I stepped outside then the rain began to pour

The irony, I thought.. I looked up at the sky and yelled

“Anything more?!”

The raindrops began to hit the pavement

What a strange scent, the cold rain on hot cement

I already committed to going out I couldn’t go back now

But back inside my shelter I went

I didn’t have an umbrella or raincoat

I wanted to go back on steemit, read articles and upvote

Scroll through that one tab on the front page, called promote

But I’ve already committed on going out today,

I even jotted it down on my “to do” note

So I got my car keys, jean jacket and phone

I started to drive to some place new, unknown

My first instinct was to start driving to visit her

Bring flowers and say hi to her gravestone

I fought my urge and went towards the coast

Radio on low, I thought about what I missed most

I parked on a hill overlooking the ocean

“Torrey Pines” it said on the signpost

I followed a walkway that was paved with stones

It was nice to be outdoors on my own

I kept wanting to stay indoors and postpone

accepting life without her

soft skin, gold hoops, french cologne

fragile bones

Worst part about it is I lost my best friend

It's devastating, I'm not going to pretend

my world is shattered but they keep telling me,

“time will mend”

depression depression depression

Stop it.

Leave.

I is me and
you are you.
Seperate from identity
yet your lies root to my core.
I can't help but listen as
gravity gradually seems heavier
and
heavier.

You can feed on me
that's fine.
Distort my reality
and take my smile.
But you will never take my hope.

The endless source behind the
Truth
Of my soul.
You'll never cease the
I in me.

So form each woe,
but forever is my soul.
Endureth this universe.

Go ahead.

Take me.

depression depression depression

teacher sent me to the doctor's office
teacher sent me home
teacher sent me to the place
where all the foul things roam

teacher gave me tic-tacs
to swallow when i'm sad
teacher said the chemicals
will make me sorta mad

teacher dries my eyes up
with platitudes enough
to even console all the kids who
are made of smarter stuff

teacher says confusion
is not a cause for shame
i'm not quite sure what teacher means
but i listen all the same

teacher treading tip-toed
lowering the tone:
"i'll help you with the theory here
but you'll practice on your own."