Cage

You look at me, and I look you.

You say that you love me, but do you hear me?

You see my eyes, and you think they are full of anger.

Yet do not know they are full of passion.

Do see the bars all around you?

If you are born in a cage I guess you would not know its a cage.

You would try to define freedom in the cage’s own confines.

Break free,  there is safety inside, but you get live, outside.