Oh how My heart is a bird and my head is a cage

Bubble baths in the dark and cranberry candles

can’t make it go away, the forever rage

My disease tests my soul to see what it can handle

It whispers cruel things to me when insomnia

creeps and holds me hostage under my sleep mask

Oh how my head has always danced with hysteria

but now it sits chilled on the other side of glass

Yes, my heart is a bird but my body is a cage

made of brambles and thorns that stab and ache

I continue to wish for my shoe size not my age

I’ll claw out the headache in my soul with a rake

My heart is a bird but my disease is a cage

The spotlight blazes / I smile / the world is a stage