I was trying to find happiness in my captivity like a caged bird singing melodies of pain
With her puffed breast I must confess she’s given into her shame
She answers to Tweety she’s has embraced her slave name
You see the cage is all she knows she's fallen foul to the slave game just like the rest of us
There was a time when for freedom we couldn't get enough us
But now all everybody wants is a bit of security and love
Uncompelled by what the world has in store for us
They have us build together, but put us in broken teams
Have us wake early so that we forget our dreams
They Repeat their plans to us so that we feel kind of keen
And stop wondering about what could have been
What a load
It's like we’re all walking around with Stockholm syndrome
Everyday living just to please the masters
I’m like Theon Greyjoy kissing up to some bastard
Cause I was trying to find happiness in my captivity like a caged bird singing melodies of pain
But now I'm just picking locks and snapping chains
About the Creator
Micah Davidson
My name is Micah and in essence I am writer. I write about whatever is on my mind and my mind drifts a lot. I write page poetry, performance poetry, music, and every now and again I dabble in some short story writing.
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