My teeth are caged behind metal bars now
all because of one unacceptable tooth.
It wasn't facing straight
therefore it needed to be fixed.
It needed to be changed
and twisted into the position it was supposed to be facing all along.

"You like them?"
"They're like hell in your mouth, quit lying."
"You're not cool for getting those things on."

Sometimes the cages tear the inside of my lip
constantly poking and cutting
never allowing for me to forget about their existence

"They're not even that bad."
"At least you're wealthy enough to afford them, be thankful."
"I had to keep them on for 2 years, you know nothing."

These cages should be placed in my ears instead of my teeth.
They should filter through the many sounds of language
getting rid of the grim and letting in the good.

I can do so.
I can move my cages to my ears.
I can free my teeth.
I can free my damaged mouth.

Though it requires self installation.
I would have to move my cages
with no help.

How could I ever install something by myself
when my whole life has been nothing but listening to others read
rather than being taught to read myself.

What if I mess up
just like they had always said I would
if I ever dared to try.


Commanded.
Demanded.
Oppressed.
Depressed.
Forced.
Caged.
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and I haven't managed to find any key, yet.