The Playpen Poem by Victoria Dame

I'm trapped in this playpen again.
Trying to find my way out of the lion's den.
The world outside is where I need to be.
Would someone please help set me free?

Why do I always get myself into this trouble?
I usually end up having to pay double.
Now where did I put that stupid key?
I don't have the resources to pay a new fee.

Hopefully one day I'll learn.
That the world for me doesn't just turn.
That I'm not the center but just the edge.
And if I'm not careful I'll fall off the ledge.

Now for getting out of this cage.
My life will have to turn a page.
Begin again and start a new day.
Filled with hope and asking no pay.