Tuesday, October 9, 2012

a bird in a cage

do right, they urge.
feel right, they beg.
conform, they press,
till i've run out of angles and all out of
i cut my edges to fit their boxes.
comply, they cry,
so i comply.

my deepest hopes and dreams.
push them away, darling,
they are not what matters.
i'm a free spirit
with a broken heart.

so stubborn and rebellious
and so different.
so alone.

courage, child.

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