Caged Bird

Saturday afternoon *sigh* feels like depression has struck my body into doing or feeling nothing but pain and sadness this great day like a buffalo in a field being struck down with spears by the natives. We just want to get away, be free, and stop these feelings of pain and helplessness. People always wanna be free like a bird or butterfly but no one is ever free. I fairly learned that when being confined to a pale white room, with bared windows, and orderlies checking on you every 5-10 minutes. And after a week I finished my poem I could not finish because it never felt right and this is what I came up with in the end to finish my poem.

Caged Bird

Trapped in this world and life with no way out.

We're just in a cage, within a cage, within a cage ect.

All we are, are caged birds with no way out.

And just like a bird we sing our own song.

We might look the same and be the same ethnicity but we are all different.

Like birds they might be the same species and look the same but they are all different.

Why do some birds get to be out of the cage and some have to be locked in one?

But none the less everything is caged in. Nothing and no one is free.

Some birds are happy in their cage and some aren't.

Even the so called free bird isn't free.

They can be happy or sad same as the caged bird.

No matter who or what you are happy, sad or angry; everyone is a caged bird.

From the Raven to the Dove, the Elephant to the Bear, the Human to Animal to Insect.

We are all caged in; like a caged bird.

We are like birds with our own beautiful song sad, happy, or angry.

Why do we live just to be caged in?

Trapped in this world and life with no way out.

We're just in a cage, within a cage, within a cage ect.

All we are, are caged birds with no way out.