Bitter Sweet Cage

feeling like a man with a low income wage am locked in a cage was i locked? or did i lock myself? feeling like i cant leave? do i wanna leave? sometimes it feels comfortable, other times its unbearable, but i cant leave, or i dont try to leave, at times the cage can be called home, other times i feel like a prisoner, under the dome! why wount i leave? i must leave. i think i love her and our relationship, at times it just feels like am caged, filled with rage, i gotta leave leave i tell you!!! but wait, calm down, breath. fill at home she says, like a parrot in a cage.