The bird. 

Never travels  

The bird 

Is scared because all I am is dark and stormy 

Except the bird  

Is me 

The bird is not just a metaphor mom. 

I am the bird mom. 

Depression  you are the clouds in my internal sky. 

You are the lightning and thunder. 

Raging making me scared. 

i am the little girl during a thunder storm. 

Hiding in the corner 

Begging for the thunder to give in 

Begging for mercy 

Depression  you are that thunder 

I am that little girl  

Depression you are the fear inside me 

Raising up in me  

Until all I feel is it choking me in my throat 

Mom you are NOT the bird 

You are not the one trapped inside a tiny cage 

Feeling claustrophobic  

But yet hopeful 

Like maybe one day it'll be let out of its tiny little prison  

But knowing it never will 

Depression you are NOT my dad 

You are not the one to give me "tough love"  

By screaming your lungs out until your facless face turns blue 

Depression you are NOT the prisoner 

But you are the security guard 

Watching my every move 

Carefully deciding what my next cruel punishment will be 

Depression  you are NOT the murder victim 

But you the one with the knife 

Slashing your way through my life 

Cutting everything you determine that makes me happy 

Lastly 

Depression you are my master 

But today I will not obey