I thought I was finally free of the horrid place
But now I sit here once again
Going crazy because there is nothing
I can do
To make you love me
Tough place to be, to be so powerless. Now that you have the feeling in hand marry it up with a metaphor. Do you ever feel like a tarred bird that wants its wings back?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know this feeling! i quite enjoyed this poem.