Free Bird

I feel like a bird

And not in a good way

Everything is a stressor

A threat

I have toothpicks for bones

All I have is an amazing, incredible ability to fly away from anything potentially threatening

I look for more food

I soar through the sky

I sing, sometimes, when I feel like it

But I’m always tense

I always feel like it’s all going to end any minute

I’m a bird

But they keep telling me I’m free