Caged Bird

I’ve had this one for a while now.

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There are so many feelings I’ve had bottled within me

I realise that I have to set myself free

I am like the caged bird in Maya Angelou’s story

Confined to the battles in my mind

 

You see, one can view the world so simply

However, for some reason that doesn’t come easy.

For me to understand the workings of the world

I delve into the workings of my mind

and I fixate on my version of reality and on that of society

 

My mind processes your actions and words

and translates them into what I feel they represent

And most of the time I’m right

 

I’ve realised that once you analyse the beings of the world

Your world seems to make more sense

You understand yourself and others better

 

However, you can’t truly be free…

You focus on other people rather than being your true self

You stare at your warped version of the world

Let go, let flow, let go, let flow… echoes constantly in my mind

But I guess I know that if I do that, I’ll be truly vulnerable, truly naked

I’d rather not be

 

I don’t want to be the hurt little girl at 13

Waiting for a man who calls himself her father to come home

I guess I don’t ever want to be vulnerable

But if you don’t, you can never learn, you can never grow,

In a way you remain that hurt girl at 13, who never ever matures

Not emotionally anyway

Confused?

 

Well like I said

There are so many feelings I’ve had bottled within me

I realise that I have to set myself free

Live a little, love a little, grow a little… my new motto

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