Caged Rage

Caged rage



I feel the rage
Its as if I’m in a cage
Wanting out, needing the freedom
Not today, as they put the big cape over head and put me away
The way she orders me around, like her little puppet on a string
Jump, now, as high as I say, jump through my ring of fire
Clean your room
Her commands are the same in all her different languages
I need away, some time to myself
He helps, he jumped through her hoops for years always wanting out
Wanting more
What act will she have with me? Will she find someone else
Or, has she already
The rage grows , as the cage shrinks getting smaller
Hard to breathe, but its her show
What will happened when the rage of the cage is to much?