I pretend

I pretend

To be a prisoner

I really do

Pretend that shackles

Are holding me down

For sure

I look at my hands

Like they are tied together

Like I can’t move

Like I’m stuck

You see

I pretend

To be a prisoner

Although I am not sure

Who is guarding me

Making sure

I don’t escape


I could bet

That it is real

Other times

I know

I’m in my head

It seems

I pretend

To be a prisoner

For reasons

I’m not sure of


That I can see that cage

Surrounding me


That I long

For the sweet escape

And I know

What I have to do

I pretend

My cage

Is open

I pretend

That I can leave

And I know

That this time

I don’t have to pretend

This time

I am finally free

If you like the images that have been used to illustrate this poem, they are all from morguefile.com. All the photos have been edited, but the first photo is by Pellinni, the second and third photo is by lisaleo, the fourth photo is by ajavargas and the fifth picture is by seriousfun.

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