You're so bad for me
But I seem to believe you're so good for me
The one that's not afraid to hurt me is the one I want for me.

I run from you when I'm hurt by you but run to you when I am beat down by the world

Your the one I can't stand the most
Your the one I love the most

The last of my kind
There’ll be no more after me
I’m a flightless bird
With useless wings
Dumb and wild and free
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

On display
In my solitary incarceration
I pace in circles
So the camera will see
Look at my stripes fade
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

I had no fear of anyone
‘til you got ahold of me
The moon shone through the trees
A spotlight in my final serenade
No brothers left
And there’ll be no more after me

This poem has been a product of the combined efforts of myself and the lovely prrtybrd