The prettiest people have the ugliest souls,

for it only takes a minute to find one.

But I am a bird in a cage,

broken for all to see.

In a moment I could be released…

can I claim beauty then?

I've been held back for so long,

dying within a rage…

I know that you've been watching;

your jeering stare sneers in my dream…

My feathers are all I have left,

& you are an ugly soul,

just coasting on my wings…