Diseased

A bird with a broken wing,

Now forgotten how to fly,

Her voice gone without trace,

Fading in her memory.

 

Her mind was strongly anchored,

To an empty void.

And a concrete sound echoed,

Through her solid heart.

 

When surrounded by cold darkness,

She looked to this world for light

But they called her diseased,

And caged her in her mind.

They watched her fight,

A battle of her own.

They ignored her wounds

Like her pain meant nothing too.

A bird with a broken mind,

Needs a little help.

She says she’s depressed,

And they say she's “diseased.”