Life has clipped my wings, yet you still fear
The day I fly.

My bundles of chirps sound like a masterpiece of a song , yet they signify my cries for help.

No matter what tune I play, others seem to dance to the agony.

Now i know  what it feels like to be a caged bird, to feel Stashed away.

Left wishing for the day that I learn how to fly.

I’ll always harbor harsh feelings to my captors, and The harsh feelings that I harbor are aimed at myself for never leaving my nest.

I am human yet my cages are mental illnesses, psychiatric wards, and pills.

I truly wished I learned how to be strong at a young age.

Now I pray that my body withers away, because it’s destined to be stuck in a cage.