Caged. It is all I can describe it. This, is what I carry on my back everyday. This, is what I feel, deep down inside.
Confined in a gray box, trying, to one day get out. To be free. To roam the wilderness of this world.
And when I am free to do so, I take this privilege for granted. All I seem to do is mess up. To bring disappointment. To bring scorn.
When I do so. This privilege slips away from my fingertips It is taken back, revoked. And once more, I feel like I am
*C a g e d.
Yes. I just had another restriction placed upon me. And it is as if I can't do anything anymore. But alas, I should wait until these restrictions are lifted again. *woah guys this is my 30th poem ha!* **Thanks to all the people who faved, commented and followed through the weeks/months that I been here in HP! You guys make writing poems even more enjoying! :)**