Each touch impaling me
Tearing me limb from limb
Every word peircing my skin
Like a blade fresh from the flames
All the stares drive me mad
Making me itch and squirm
Everything, Everyone; tearing me down
Keeping me back; acting against me
Though beyound all the odds
I manage to rise above
They have trimmed all my claws
Clipped all of my feathers
Stealing away my defenses
Attempting to own me
I will not give in so easily
They can not have me
Like a bird I will soar free