Six years old

and all you want is 

to be listened to

Wanna make friends

but everything you touch

turns icy blue 

You want so badly to be heard

even just a single word

But nobody listens or frees you

nobody even sees you 

in this 

Birdcage

of misery, invisibility

You rattle the bars 

but you can't get out

You kick and pound 

and scream and shout 

Hoping someone might let you out....

Now you're seventeen

you think you have life figured out

you dyed your hair

and you have one best friend 

you can't live without

You think you're flying free

you don't even really see the bars 

until you hit them

And the glue that fits them