Hinders Comments

I know how a canary feels, To be trapped in a gilded cage, Free to sing, but not to leave, Trapped in body and in spirit.
My exterior is sunny and bright, But my heart yearns for more, My only comfort is to listen to those who sing and are free, So I can fly with them in my dreams.
I know how a puppet feels, To be manipulated by others desires, Putting on a show to please the crowds, A false smile adorning my wooden face.
When I asked to have my strings cut, To be released from my merciless puppeteers, They looked down on me and laughed, Then pulled my strings ever harder.
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