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.
Bird Cage • Opuss № I