Everyone always looks the same:
Wearing the same haunted expression.
But that's because we're all alike,
Suffering from some kind of depression.
But there are some who look slightly changed,
Haunted, yet hopelessly trapped.
Like they can not break free of a secret cage,
So like the others they learn to adapt.
Their hearts are kept in a keyless cage,
Locked up within unbreakable bars.
Their wings have been clipped beyond flight,
And their bodies scattered with scars.
Some of these birds unruly locked up
Learn to break free with their beak.
While the rest stay in their golden prison
Until they get the freedom they seek.
A/N: A really bad poem written about a week after Dancers. It's about people who are locked in their own emotional or mental cage, usually after a trauma or experiencing heavy emotion.