I am trapped here,
within the confines
of you.
This metal cage
you have me locked in,
your protection...
It's smothering me,
killing me,
sending me to my grave.
You seem to have lost the key somewhere
in your belief that you are right.
and that I am wrong.
"live! live!" you cry, whilst
i sit here, dying.
because this is killing me
I could be cliche,
tell you why the caged bird sings,
because of her dreams and hopes.
that despite her hardships,
she's happy, because she
still can sing
but what good will it do
if the caged bird only lies
and cries in her bed at night
when no one can hear her
The truth is
the caged bird dies
every time, because
she never learns to fly.
I need to make my own mistakes, I need to make my own decisions, I need to live my life instead of just witnessing it.