I wish to tell you,
about things and stuff,
which happened to me,
you may judge, that it is situational,
but I wanted to tell you its all about me,
wanting to express to you,
not about the world, but about me and the world affecting it,
Now I stutter,
unlike butterfly takes its flight,
after it's struggle being caged,
Unlike creatures jump to freedom,
we are distinct,
We keep secrets,
shields of defense,
in a better way,
we make our own cages,
not because I want to,
but, because the unpredictability,
frightens my inner child,
and she is shut in her room,