I am an animal,
Housed inside my cage.
Poked with sticks for sixteen years,
And will still be when I am of age.

Caged inside my body,
Chained to my throbbing heart.
The key hangs from the dark ceiling,
If I ever want to start.

I am an animal,
Though my head is always smart.
Take the key and leave,
Will insure the destruction of my art.

My art of control,
To lock myself up inside.
Feelings locked in my chest,
Which most have been denied.

I am a caged animal,
I'd hate to see the day when I am out.
So I keep the key in front of me,
Forcing my own drought.

Everyone looks at my cage,
But all they see is me.
An animal in disguise,
Is what I'll always be.