Like a bird in a cage

I sit on my perch,

not caring to leave.

To empty to fly.

But eating my weight,

if i need to have energy to.

I start to look up, out the window.

What’s the use.

Nothing there for me.

Struggling through three

good self help books,

but I’m afraid to try them.

I love myself to much.

to hate myself.

I need a miracle!