I can see myself
high up on your shelf.
Sent inside -
center stage.
Trying to hide -
in a rage.
Where do you stand?
What is your demand?
I reside
in a cage...
amplified.
...not my age.
I think you can see me.
why do you not free me?
heavy chains,
cuffs that burn,
and these pains
when they turn.
I think it's this place.
Quite bereft of grace.
shake my reigns.
spill my urn.
my remains
will never learn.
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