Parrotfish
Unassuming stealth,
Trapped in a social net.
"To be or not to be," I ask.
I could break free, but I am weak.
No faith to be found anywhere.
Struggle,
Struggle,
Struggle.
An opening!
I make my way.
There's nets ahead
But for the moment,
I am free.
This poem is about:
Me
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