Window to the Broken Soul

Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Window-to-the-Broken-Soul-POEM-336720540 ), so you guys can see it here.

I can't understand how you pass me by.
And you know, I spend hours every day
Dazed and dreaming,
Lounged out on the carpet floor
And there's just no end.

I often wonder what it's like to spread copper wings,
And like a plane would I take flight
Or jump off the cliff and crash below, wounded?
I look up at the roof over my head and see the sky--
Is that so wrong?

My shield retains me in this box we all live in.
How strange my thoughts are out there while I am in here,
Going no where fast.
And I often wonder how you have the motivation to walk,
When I, as strange as it sounds, can only move my feet if it'll do good for you.

I look to my hands all covered in blood, my own blood,
Bleeding through the pores of my skin from my heart.
And my eyes grimace, my very lips tremble,
All at once I begin to cry as there's no wound visible on my flesh--
And yet I appear to be dying.

So I look around my sheltered home and find no one around,
My only light shining through at me from the window.
I slowly stand to my feet to face that light,
Questioning my soul and motives as I move closer,
The blood falling from my lips, I push the curtains away.

The moon shines through the cracks in my shields
And I squint my eyes to the light.
Blinking a few times, the wound is all but forgotten
And I realize I just walked again.

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3