Whispers From A Caged Bird

The Bedtime Story told to little girls across the world

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

but it seems to always stop right at the tip of my tongue

I want to rip off every strand of hair from my skull

as each day gets progressively more dull

I want to shove my angry fist into the wall

because I feel like an empty soulless doll

I want to slam shut my door

as happiness starts to feel like some mythical lore

I want to scribble down the ocean of words clogging up my soul

but I can't and I just feel like my life is a gaping meaningless hole

I want to feel something

other than like I have clipped wings.