Cage

[ware_cat]

I'm depressed and being an emo faggot. Please if you have nothing nice to say please say nothing at all.

These bars that bind me are cruel and uncaring.
The barbwire that tangles around the small area licks my skin whenever I move.
Forever trapped.
No way out.
Pain is inevitable.
Every move I will ever make,
just will lead to more pain.
More scars.
Scars that never heal.
What is a poor bird to do?
Freedom is everything.
Freedom is not being safe.
Freedom is living.
But for this poor bird,
There is no such thing.
Nothing but the harsh world this one bird is trapped in.
One day,
This bird wishes to be lead to the river.
So that I may see what others see in me.
Am I really nothing
like they perceive me to be?
Do I mean anything to anyone?
Or perhaps I should follow the 'V' of black swans
on to the grave.
Never to remain.
Just to disappear from this existence.
This bird is not sure
Whether she could fly now.
Her wings feel clipped
They feel bound.
Maybe
Just maybe.
I will follow those graceful swans.
A life of pain
Or an eternity of nothing
Nothing?
Seems more inviting.