I lock pick the cages

There are them that say they’ll put you on a pedastal

And spend their life worshiping you,

What they mean is they’ll put you in a cage

So that they can own and control you,

All because your free and beautiful,

Whereas people like me, we come along

And pick the lock and free you from the cage,

And it’s not to acquire some reward from you,

It’s just what makes you do beautiful,

Is seeing you happy and living life free

Not ending up in captivity,

Owned by someone of jealousy

Who can’t handle you being free,

And knows that you’re lovely,

Caring and sharing and full of love

But treat her well she’ll show you loyalty,

She is not the type to be cruel you see

But you follow your jealous mind blindly,

And beguile her then bind her in the cage and think

She’s yours and she’ll thank you sincerely,

For clipping her wings and hiding her away

And only displayed for your narcissistic games.

2 responses to “I lock pick the cages”

  1. It never ceases to amaze me the way you convey such deep thoughts with such simplicity.

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  2. Beautiful

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