Object'ion

I gave this poem two titles...Object and Objection; I thought it was fitting.

In life I have met obstacles

That nearly tainted my perception

The world became a hollow place 

Full of shame and deception

I danced on ice cold floors 

With shards of glass between my toes

Each movement cut into my existence

Bleeding upon rows and rows

Nobody new my real name

They just laughed at my objection

I could not be what they wanted 

So they caged me for their protection.

Reviews

[Somber Eyes]

This is absolutely beautiful. I'm sure many people can see themselves in this, and "caged" can speak on many levels. Well done.

[DivineButterfly85]

Thank you, you are very kind.

[DivineButterfly85]

yes caged could refer to systematic oppression ;)