You know
when people buy a puppy
and then he grows
and grows

and grows?

He grows,
trapped;
the world unseen by his eyes,
his everything a bowl of food,
a *****, old bowl of water.

And he's
a child
with big eyes and
soft words
in a language nobody speaks.

I'm like that.
I'm like a puppy
who grew
and grew

and grew,
trapped.

I chew on thoughts when bored
and my teeth are
broken.
I run around in circles
when excited,
when hopeful,
when ambitious.
I stop when I see
it doesn't matter how excited I get

because nothing will happen.
I cry when I see there is nobody with me.

I howl with the music
in an attempt to not forget
that I'm there.

I'm bored.
There is nothing I can do.
Nobody is giving me the chance to do
anything.

When I bark, they ignore me.
When I cry, they look at me with pity
and say
"I don't know what to do."

I just want them to help me get out.

I just can't be here
any longer.