Cage

Perhaps one of my worst traits is dreaming I dream to leave behind my soft spoken nature To demonstrate confidence I dream to hear the waves of Applause surrounding me.  To have the people on the edge of their seats I dream to prove those who called me BitterBoring Plainwrong  But, I never let them exacerbate my insecurities.  For inside, I am lively and I dream.  There is nothing more sweet than the beauty of The Arts.  I dream to be a writer.  To learn the Ins & Outs of the Stage But, I cannot.  For, I am just a small birdIn my monumental cage Of Doubt.  

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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