I am a notion—

Of someone like you.

The face is the same,

The body is new.

 

You claim to want me,

Your growing obsession.

But I’m just hiding,

I’m a hidden confession.

 

I came into your head;

A simple thought,

I became an idea

You never forgot.

 

Rust on a cage

You come only to freshen.

Are feathers a sin,

Or a hated expression?

 

Although I’m a bird,

There are chains on my feet.

You can’t let me go—

Afraid that I’ll speak.

 

The people outside,

They point and stare.

Beak all fake,

A chest too bare.

 

You hear my voice

They pick the screech

But when they fall

My hand will reach

 

You pluck off the feathers,

So no one will know.

The longer you cover

The more I will grow.

 

So I live in your mind,

You beg me to linger.

You claim to want me,

Yet won't raise a finger.

 

As I stay silent,

You turn to the mirror,

You see yourself—no lies—

And shudder in fear.

 

Ragged and small,

You stare at your shape.

The girl that you are—

The one you escape.

 

When you set me free

The bird in your heart.

I'll spread out my wings

And the silence will part.