I have no ownership
You own it as if my soul has your tongue imprinted all over it
It travels in me
Reminding each part that it's not my own
I have no control over myself
I feel like an intruder in my own body
I don't think I should be here.
You were supposed to be my mirror
But the water in the pond has become muddier
Maybe that's why you can't see me anymore
If I were a bird,
I'd hold it within my palms and crush it
How can it be alive
The least, it should be crippeled
I would squeeze in hopes the life goes out
But what I hate the most is the possibility that it might not die.
I open my palms and i will see it
Legs twitching and trying to stay alive.
I will leave it as it is.
No remorse for my own actions
I'd think about it and wonder how it turns out.
Maybe someday I'd see it again, doing it's best to hop and fly,
To be like others
But it won't ever be
Everyone bird will be on their own
And it will do it's best to get along
But it won't ever be able to
It can't
Because it won't hold remorse against my palms
It won't do anything but hold onto the remorse and keep moving forward.
I hate the bird and yet
I'm a little proud of it.
But it's ironic how easily it gets caged
