Cage-being.

Locked up like a lion
when really I'm a bird
wrapped up in myself and my own survival
and hurting you
the more you yell
the less I am
time to kill this lion
which still is only an illuminated image
By your will
and some childhood memories
I've grown wings, time to test them
I would spare you from my crash-landing
Even though I can run and scratch
I will split the world into two
One for me
One for you
I've grown wings
I'll free the infected anger locked inside
I'll use the wings.