I am different.
I am a caged bird who watches her captors, learns their ways.
I see how they open and close my cage, repetition.
All around me in this darkened stone room I've been sitting.
Year and year past.
When I was a child, I was hurt for how I felt, how I dreamed.
I once dreamt of being a dancer, but people said it wasn't possible.
I dreamt of being a writer, but people said it wasn't right.
People I was meant to trust betrayed me and people I loved broke me.
Now I'm waking up.
I no longer hear them. I've come to realize that I am...strange.
My soul is an old one. My heart belongs to the world.
My path lies in shadow, but I feel I will not walk it alone.
Perhaps there are those of you within reach who feel the same.
Perhaps we will meet someday out there.
Where the sun shines and the wind brushes against our cheeks.
And we are all free...