Unspoken

This isolation I have come to meet
Too often separates me from my life
It tears away the last of my known strife
To see the peaceful creatures man still beats
Leaves me in fear of ones I cannot greet
My broken wings still grasp onto this knife
How desperately I wish to find relief
Man says the things he kills are meant to eat
But in my fear it seems I’m known to hide
I shroud myself only to feel alone
Though I feel sick I know I must stay strong
The rules of man I can’t seem to abide
If I can’t speak my soul shall not be known
And so I wait the day Earth proves man wrong