Her liberty is in the form of writing
a little girl holding grudges
against the world
letter by letter,
word by word,
the birds she kept caged are free
but there is one she couldn't let go
no matter how hard she tried,
she couldn't bear the thought of that bird
in this viciously cruel, unpredictable world
so she kept it and wrote about it
oh, how very hypocritical of her–
writing of freedom yet shackled it,
bound to an anchor
and by then she realised
her writing became her prison
she has the key to open her lock
but she is too scared,
like the bird she encased
for she is one too; except that
she knows how horrid it is
outside those bars.