I don't like being caged,

Or being held, or caught.

I want to run and fly and swim.

Not be huddled in the center of a floor,

Surrounded by bars.

Don't lock me away, or chain me down.

The cold iron manacles on my wrists and ankles.

Tight around my throat.

Hungry and cold, alone.

You finally have me as you want,

But I'm not broken yet, not yet.

I may be strained or cracked or beaten,

But I'm not broken.

I just want out.