I'm his little bird
Fragile, and barely heard
Hidden from most
By him, my host
He locks me in my room
My own form of doom
His claws dig deep
my blood seeps
My head is spinning fast
wondering if this day will be my last
There is no escape for me
since none of my friends see
The pain I'm in, this secret
of how often I'm hit
But at least when I'm inside my cage
I'm immune from his rage.
