Peer out the window, I see the snow. Another reminder of how I have no place to go.
No room to think nor privacy to cry, in the cage I go to slowly and painfully die. An animal I am, soft skin, young face, two legs, no fur. Unloved, untouched, hoping for a miracle to occur. Only left with memories of simple moments where I felt free, the only chances God himself has ever given me. I feel lonely, though there is more to just being alone. I am a human with needs to has an urge to do everything on her own.