I’m trapped
Like the caged tweety bird singing a happy song while everyone watches in amazement
She does her flips and tricks stringing them along for as long as she can
Then they become bored, then angry
They didn’t like her anymore
Truth is she wasn’t all she was cracked up to be
She began to question herself, the others, everything
Trying to make the right decisions for everyone
When all the bird wants to be is free
Why cant she be?
She starts to sing her sad song and for a moment they actually listen
People actually listen to this misfit unimportant simple bird
This simple bird who wished she was so much more
And still so much less
She tried so hard to not be perfect, but to be happy
And only in her unrealistic dreams would she truly be happy
This poor bird was stuck being poked and prodded and watched everyday
Herself watching the rest of the world around her
Caged between life and death
Caged between beauty and disgust
Caged in a world of incompetence and love
Caged in her cell, landing perch and water bowl sitting there were they always were
Waiting for the door to open
Still caged