1 March 2013

Bottled up, entrapment roams around.

Not knowing who I am.

Unsettled by the thoughts running through my mind.

Trapped in a bird cage.

Unable to escape the emotions I feel.

Composing myself to scream.

Shout out.

About who I am.

Not what I look like.

About who I am inside.

My identity.

Me.

Screaming.

Body sighs.

The bird cage disappears.

Free.

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