Escape The Cage

My Mouth Is Sown Shut.

Words sound like murmurs. I can't keep up with whatever is happening. The question is would I want to know, when I can't reply anyway? Phrases are trapped never to be spoken. Society is deaf, they'll never hear what I, or should I say we, have to say...

All I want is to be able to shout, to be free like birds soaring through the sky. Some birds are even trapped. Sitting in a cage all day nothing to do but sing and eat. Oh how beautiful they sing. I wish I could sing in this so called "freedom of speech" cage I'm trapped in.

My feathers are clipped; I can't even attempt to escape. This cage contains memories, fears, dreams never to come true and regret. The regret that I didn't fly when I could, sing when I had the chance and most of all be who I want to be. I know how the bird feels.