
This picture reflects how I feel today.
Trapped but meant to fly.
Suffocating but need air.
Black and white but meant to be colorful.
Just symbolism, too afraid be real.
How can I breathe while trapped in a jar.
I shouldn't have allowed myself to be trapped.
I shouldn't have hatched inside the jar.
What good are wings if I can't fly.
Went through a life of change, just to wait to die?