A lone bird caged in the shackles
Screams for freedom but is heard by none
They think the bird's singing when her soul comes undone
Glancing up at the sky she wishes for an escape
Understood by none she wails for the wind's embrace
Her wings look enchanting to the eyes scanning her form
But in her mind they are bruised and broken from the constant onslaught
"What would become of me if I was free?" she wonders
While they smile and...