I'm afraid to go out.
Even though I'm really outgoing I'm afraid.
Afraid of meeting new people and not being able to keep up with them, from the freedom that I miss, from the freedom I never had.
I feel like I'm inside a little cage, that I've always been there. And I didn't want to be in that cage anymore, but as the bird that never learned how to fly is afraid, so was I and so I became.
The overprotectiveness of ones care taker can become harmful. The fear of the owner grows into the bird and becomes its own fear.
And so, the bird doesn't understand its own wings, becoming confused about itself.
The bird becomes fragile, and owner worries more, becoming protecting further more, and so the bird, further more fragile.
Sometimes, the owners understand too late.
The owner opens the cages door, but the bird, too further afraid, too further fragile to learn to fly, stays inside the cage and drowns, in the fear and fragility that he was in, no longer able to fly.
