I'm a parakeet, a tiny bird with an awfully loud chirp
but no tweets from me when I'm hurt.
I'm a penguin, winged and feathered, yet to the ground I'm tethered
I yearn to leave this barren cold, see the sunshine and take hold.
I'm a blue-jay, brightly colored, with pompous dress.
yet when I expound my toil, the world roils and is left a stark gray mess
I'm a hummingbird, fast and agile, seen here yet never really there.
I'm harder to see the harder you stare, so from your gaze I sever.
I'm a roadrunner, from coyotes and care I flee
Cant you see this disease? I don’t know what me, me is to be, so that I can be, the best me I can be.