perhaps..

[primaxdonnas]

I sat there and got to thinking

of birds and their freedom

for after all, like a caged bird

who sings the songs of sadness

and locked forever in a prison, I AM.

I may not be able to fly

nor sing pretty songs to fool you

but I AM telling you my stories of sadness

The look in my eyes should be enough

for you to go off on or maybe the teardrop

still lingering on my cheek

can give you some sort of gratification

perhaps this sickened smile is my song

fooling the crowds like a jester of depression

a fake smile, a giggle, perhaps even a chuckle

to let you believe in me one last time

like when I pretend I'm happy because

the caged bird is singing.