Words can kill | Poetry

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

I live like a bird,
trapped inside a cage suffocating me to the core.

I live like a bird,
sometimes flying in the open with the wind blowing in my face, urging me to stop and take a break.

I live like a bird,
when it gets cold I have no choice but to fly,
or else the frostiness might freeze my bones.

I live like a bird,
just a small creature waiting to bloom,
the ignorance ruling over the hideous truth.

I live like a bird,
happy and carefree,
until the fight broke out with the ones I consider my family.

I live like a bird,
unique and different from the others,
some may even call it broken or damaged.

I live like a bird,
white feathers stuck in stain,
and my wings are tattered, drowning me in nothing but shame.

I live like a bird,
and I'll fight like a bird.

I live like a bird,
and I'll die like a bird.

~ 𝑥 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒