Are the strings better off cut?

Dear the fellow conflicted,

In the thaumatrope cage,

The bird is never free

And art on my page

Can never be shown

Love what I do though

It’s for who though?

Sing for the good for forever.

Commit Banksy crimes

But hurt nobody,

While holding back rhymes is

killing me!

Priorities all wrong

And interests now gone

So, forced to struggle in society.

So in best regards,

Are the strings better off cut?

Rachel Cheyenne Wood