I look at my life
from inside a fish bowl.

Everyone is carrying on
without me
A crowd laughing
playing
talking

and all I can do is see.

Inside a fish bowl,
my beautiful gilded glass cage,
I am a specimen,
to be looked at.
laughed at
or
gossiped about.

The fishbowl was my home.
My safe space.

Look, what you have turned it into.
I am suffocated
insufficient
invisible

I was a queen
now, a caged bird,
waiting for the door to be left open,
hoping that maybe
maybe one day you’ll
forget all about me.

I’ll fly
somewhere
somewhere, I won’t be caged
but loved
cherished
and cared for.

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