See, saw, seen

The bird I became.

• Poetry

								
I want to be seen, the way I look at the sea. I want to be told I'm pretty, the way I think of her beauty. I want someone to see the good in me, and lastly, I want to be free. Three years ago, I saw a bird, chirping, soaring at the sky, leaning out to fly. His feathers are blue, and so am I, bright and dark, both were combined. The name was a flower, great in power, but she lived like a dour. Coward as a ghost, sea along the coast, but for what cost? She was incompetent as she was incomplete. She filled the wall with sounds to cover out the screams, but it's not what it seems. She was fearless yet fearsome, ashamed of where she came from, scared of who she'd become. They say she was intolerable because she was miserable, yet, she was capable of becoming desirable. See, saw, seen, I said as I gleamed, the bird turned out to be me, as I proceeded to concede. See, saw, see, who are we to dream? When we limit ourselves, when we can reach the extreme. See, saw, seen, I'm tired of fifteen, I want to leave the world unseen, no one to intervene, no one in between.
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