I feel like a caged bird waiting to be freed. Living in a world where people are not what they seem. Not knowing not caring what to do anymore, just lonely. And all that I have is a book in my hand. Nothing else I hold so dear. Just wishing you would be near. If only for a little bit. If only for a little while. Then maybe through the thick clouds. What you might see is my smile. Hidden behind my true form. Hidden are my many scars. No one notices but if they do, they don’t say anything. Waiting for you feels like forever. But you must know that I can’t wait forever. So I live in my lonely world waiting to be saved. But it seems that no one is willing to save me. So ever night I lay in my cage weeping. How could you…but you don’t answer. How could you? And still you don’t answer. Will I ever have a happy ending?