"Why?"
Why are you still keeping me,
like a bird locked with no key?
In a golden cage that shines so bright,
but strips me slowly of my flight.
Why do you blame me for your mess,
then act like I caused all your stress?
Why do you turn your face away,
when I've been here every day?
Why do you stop me when I speak,
then call me cold, call me weak?
Why can't you trust the things I say,
unless I say them your own way?
Why do you hurt and call it care,
then ask me why I'm never there?
Why won't you hear a single plea,
unless it ends with "stay with me"?
Why?
Is it the fear of being left again,
of feeling that old, silent pain?
Of waking up and finding none—
because the game you play is done?
Well let me tell you what is true—
this cage was never built for two.
You don't want a friend, not one that's free,
you want someone to worship only thee.
You want a puppet, pulled by thread,
who nods and smiles, though half dead.
You want replies, you want control,
a loyal pet to fill your soul.
Why?
Because the day I walk away,
you'll finally see you made me stray.
But by then, you'll cry too late—
I'll be long gone beyond your gate.