I'm trapped --
--like a bird in a bathroom vent.
Flip the switch and I'm done.
I've built my nest
now I must sit in it,
waiting
anxiously
....for that moment when it all ends.
Air pulled from my throat,
the pieces fall apart.
I make my presence known --
...speak up when I can,
to the outsiders --
the insiders?
Am I heard?
But wait, I was here first.
Flying away is done on vestment,
not the interest of those insiders and outsiders.
I am a bird
in a bathroom vent.
Lucky for me, it doesn't suck.
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