Why haven't you, dear powerful being,

Long devoured the bird that burnt its wings,

In a sinful fire that you would know, 

That you would hate, that you should loathe.

Why must you force it to endure,

The endless pain as you set your lure,

Circling it, following it, as if you're attracted to it,

There you go again making it unsure.

Why must you inject it every day,

With a hope that things will eventually work its way,

Why do you lean in with something sincere to say,

Then step away saying its all for play.

Is it to you just a prey,

To resolve your boredom from day to day.

Does the fights you win provide not enough

Does your family not shower you with their love

Are you so unsatisfied with it all,

That you must show off, 

That you already have everything I've been fighting for...

From BirdInPajamas