I'm tired of burdening people.
I'm tired of being me.
I'm tired of feeling so stuck and hopeless.
I'm tired of sitting here at home and feeling so trapped.
Now I know, what those tigers in the circus feel like.
Pacing back and forth in those tiny cages, watching the world around.
No freedom to expand, no fresh air to breathe.
No one dares get near this cage out of fear of the beast.
No one truly wants the tiger, only it's purpose is for entertainment and something interesting to look at.
I'm that tiger, stuck here in this house.
I feel so trapped.
I sometimes wish there was a freak accident, so this tiger can be framed with a majestic ending of sorts.
End me, please, this tiger begs.
No one is sure how long this tiger will last before it snaps.
No one wants to know, how much is actually bottled up inside.
Because they fear those bared teeth, those strong paws, those loud roars.
That keep it chained away, where it's strength becomes weaker.
See this tiger please.
Realize a cage isn't meant for such a beautiful beast.
This tiger is meant for living, not entertainment.
Set her free.
Let her run.
Hear her roar.
For it's in her blood, and in her heart.
