Its trapped in a cage

With gaps between the poles

She’s diligently studying the gaps

But  

Its belly is too wide  

Its beak is too large

Its wings are too big

And it's a big world, it will definitely not survive, the body proportions will not let this bird live

What an odd character, sad,  if only I could whisper to it, I don’t think this diligence is needed!

I don’t think you could fit even if your life depended on it!

For you’re an awfully putrid array of distasteful colors!

Who knew one could have yellow and caribbean red and a sea glass blue in one pallet?

It would never do well either

Although; there is persistence in its look

There seems to be gaps in its knowledge

Oh and it will no survive with that type of tongue

With that length and arid nature of it, it will never do well

As if they could ever exist in a society  

I could never fathom a place filled with awfully colored themes  

Big wide eyes

It’s innocence will be the death of it!

And yet I go closer to get a closer look

And Finally I try to fly near this creature to tell them you can’t do it

But they have moved as well

So I leave.

I’m now 17

Society has plagued me  

So much

I can't fathom a place in it for me

I’ve been told I’m awfully to innocent

I’m awfully to bold

I’m awfully to creative

And I'm awfully to silent

But unlike the bird I  have grown

And I know that the bounds given to me were never there

And I am here to thrive

That's how i've grown.