It could be worse
But I wish it was something better
Burning pain
Branding me, scarring me, breaking me
In all the places you cannot see
I walk through the crowd
A spector of suffering unrecognized
Looking the same as those around me
And I wonder if they feel the same
Bitter, iron bars caging around me
Biting down into my bones
Seeping into the fundamental programming
Forever altering who I am
I clutch upon the thing with feathers
That perches precariously in my soul
I wish I could hear it sing
Letting the little bird go
I watch it fly away, fly away
And with a fragile voice
Begin to sing
Zebra Pig 