Scolded and commanded
For nothing I had wanted
Meeting expectations and
Molded to perfection
Dreams wither, intangible
Hands tied to the irrational
Demanding I dance to their tune
Secluded in a vacant room
Caged at their beck and call
Nothing but a shadow, no face
Or name, just a pawn they praise
When my act sustains their means
Their failures looking to redeem
Through the life of me
The ‘caged wonder’


(Found photo here)