I hurt.
myself and others,
while the lions break free.
I am a little bird dying
in its nest,
and giving up.
A bird trying to fly,
and hiding from the
other birds.
I am a tough bird
who doesn’t show much,
but I don’t understand
how they see the sadness in my face,
how do they see it?
I gave up once trying
while the lions broke free.
The male birds sing in their
heads at night while
the lions can actually sleep.