My Bars

i feel like i'm caged!
like my life is a jail!
and i'm enraged,
by these feelings!

there's nothing i can do
about these miserable bars 
that hold me captive!
inside them i can not live!

rules, laws, age, chores,
these are my bars.
money, government, popularity.
the list reaches the stars.

i've never fit in!
i'm an out cast.
because the way i live.
even with my kin!

no one knows the real me.
because hes in bars.
never to be set free.
never to see the light of day.

it's sad to think about.
everyone's caged in some way.
their bars what hold them!
and in their cages they pout!

but me,
im trying to get free!
i'm smashing my bars.
I don't like being caged!

I deserve freedom!
It's how i was made!
my mind is a kind seldom,
heard about in the present day!

I see things for what they are!
No matter how far!
I see the truth,
of what makes my bars!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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