I always feel like a bird in a cage
and I can see the sky
only I cant feel the breeze
I'm being held back
restrained by my parents rule
they tell me they trust me
but when it comes time to prove it
to give me a little freedom
they pull back there words
like they were never said
like an open window
then slamming it shut
at my first step towards it
the worst part is knowing
there is nothing I can do to change it
I can only wait till they think
I can fly on my own
but I must ask one question
who knows me better?
them or me?
A contest entry
- Our Poor Teenage Hearts by PonyPride.
950 points, ended April 21, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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very good work here and very relatable. I liked this even though it lacked the ryhme. I also enjoyed the consistant metaphor of taking flight. good job.
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this is really good!! good luck in the contest =)
one lil suggestion tho. ur misspelled the work back. u spelled it as bake. just thought i would let u no so u could change it b4 the judging!
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