~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~mocking~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All of this is just a game to them,
A tug-of-war.
Though the places and faces may change,
The reasons do not.
Caged birds, and their 'keepers'.
We're just a part of their games,
Their pawns to play with,
Though many think it's just a small price to pay.
We have a cage to protect us,
A hand to feed us,
What more could we want?
That's what we thought.
But others wanted more,
Wanted freedom,
They wanted out from this cage.
Not too many saw it that way.
They needed something to convince them,
Something to push them over the edge,
Something…? No…
Someone.
That's where I come in.
It was by random, though it doesn't seem like that to me.
They claimed it was for the best,
They pulled me out from the cage,
Painted me with fire,
And clipped my wings.
And now, here I stand,
Cold and empty on the inside,
Burning on the outside.
A jay sitting on the rope of this Tug-of-War,
Mocking both sides.
A/N Tee hee! another peom! i just love doing these!
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