Free the child

Running running running from what she can't escape, attempting to fly as if she had a cape.
The cage telling her who she can and can't be.
The cage watching her when she doesn't want to be seen.
The time to be unseen and free is nowhere to be.
Full of lies, deceit, and guilt that brings her to her knees.
Feeling cramped and crushed in this collapsing cage.
She tries to b r e a k out, running rebelliously with rage.
The cage continues to shrink into a claustrophobic state.
No air, no light, feeling suffocated with hate.
The child is afraid, exhausted and caged.
The life in her eyes fading, like an ocean being drained.
The walls start to shake, tremble, and quake.
Saying, "give up child, I've won your soul."
She tosses and turns, terrifyingly contorted.
Her thoughts, her will, her imagination d-i-s-t-o-r-t-e-d.
She tries to flee screaming, "Just let me be!"
"I'm scared, I'm tired, my brain is on fire."
The cage is merciless malicious and cold.
Never will The cage free her, until she is 18 years old.
Struggling, stumbling, sinking into despair.
No hope, no escape, just the cold air.
She's empty and drained, unwanted and blamed.
She just wanted to be loved, cared for and accepted.
The cage left her defeated, depressed, and d i s c o n n e c t e d