Tweety Bird

Sometime
it just feels so hopeless.
It seems so useless
to keep on fluttering
from one end to another
and back again.
I continue to try,
yet the burden
hangs around me like
some sort of bird cage.
Every wall I run into
seems so new every time,
as if I'd never been locked up
to begin with.
Sometimes I even tweet
and shout.
Maybe for a little sympathy,
maybe for someone to come
help me.
And when no one comes?
My feathers get ruffled
and I end up putting
myself
to shame.
"I" get the strange look,
rather than the one
who locked me up.

It can only be
a matter of time
before I can find my way
out of this mess.
Let it be
only
a matter of time.