Birds Fly
I wish that in this world I mattered,
Because trust me, I never feel flattered,
I try my very best to be noticed,
But it's like everyone passes by in protest,
When I look at the birds above the tree,
I see them all flying free,
Meanwhile I'm trapped in a prison I've made for myself,
Almost like a book glued to it's shelf,
One day there was a crack in the wall,
I escaped, and ran out into the hall,
The world around me feels so real,
But then I remember my sad, sad deal,
I will be gone,
Forgotten,
Alone,
For as long as I live,
I will forever seek this life I crave,
I will forever be a bird trapped in a cage.
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