You think I am a bird
You are wrong
I am a bird,
Whose wings were cut off
I can only dream high
They like it, to see me struggle
That is why they taunt
Me all day and night
Watching my other mates fly
It hurts
But I move my wings along
And make the noises like they do; our voices are in sync.
I feel gush of wind,
And cold air against my skin
And I feel like I am flying too
