My Throughts
Every morning I wake up in a place I call home.
Wondering what the day holds for me. Either I die or live this life.
I wish to do what makes me happy.
I wish I could fly with the other bird, my other half.
Listen to him sing, this would make me happy.
But instead, you made me feel guilty.
You don’t like when I flew away to be with the other bird.
If it’s too late you worried, if I don’t want what you want you get angry.
You always want to have the final say.
I feel free when I’m outside.
Behind these bars I feel so sad, never dreamed it will be this bad.
Everything is always a problem.
You have your thoughts, I have mine
I know you mean well to protect me.
But you cannot keep me protected forever.
One day I will grow up and be free.
Hey, I grew up.
Good thing you protected me from that bird, because he sang a different song from me.
About this poem
Written back in 2002, a teen girl thought she had an overprotective mother, because she liked particular a boy.
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Written on March 04, 2002
Submitted on May 27, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 865 |
Words | 195 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 3, 4, 3, 2 |
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