Bird In A Cage

I feel like a bird in a cage, desperately trying to find flight and escape. That's all I want to do, gain my wings and finally learn how to fly. I used to think that the things all around me were my reason for being unhappy, that I had to get away from them and everything would be ok. But no. I know that now, that isn't the case. I was only running from myself, on an endless spiral, a vicious circle. Stuck in a rut inside myself. Held prisoner by my mind, my own body, frantically clawing at walls that will never move, screaming with a voice that is destined never to be heard. I was handed a set of keys to unlock the doors in my head forming a barrier that kept me from happiness. I kept trying the keys in the lock. But nothing, no one. Trapped.