wasted potential

Lately I feel like a bird in a cramped cage watching the ones around me be free
Or perhaps I’m a bud picked too soon
Lying forgotten and dying in the dirt as everyone around me blooms
It’s a stolen childhood
A freedom never received that’s left me this scarred

— j.a.s.s

This poem is about: 
Me

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