The human in a cage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Poetry
Trying to be strong while the world is crushing you

Submitted: October 07, 2018

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 My head was screaming.
Looking in the mirror a girl looked back at me.
Dark circles shadowed her eyes and her face looked tired.
Her shoulders were hunched over from days of trying to be strong.
In this hell she tries to be okay.
To be there for everyone who needs it.
As long as I'm not alone.
The flames continue to engulf me.
I feel no pain from it.
As I accepted it in my hollow being.
Do you think this is a joke?
I feel like a mouse being hunted by a cat.
The cat are my friends and family.
They try to accept me yet somehow I still feel uncomfortable.
Like they are trying too hard.
I have learned to be suspicious of everyone around me.
Even my most precious human beings.
Not only them but myself too.
My thoughts, my soul, my mind, my feelings, and conciousness.
All of them are raging inside this empty vessel.
A vessel that was once filled with life.
Decorated with the prettiest of things.

From sunshine to butterflies among the meadow.
Slowly she clipped their wings.
Taking away their freedom.
What's worse than caging a human being and treating them like an animal.
I have learned one thing from this.
I am the butterfly.
My wings have been clipped and I suffocate in this cage.
Looking through the bars into the vast darkness

I dream of Freedom...

 


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