Rage in a cage...

As I wake up every morning,
as I open my eyes,
I look forward to the day, hoping
it would bring a pleasant surprise..
I have so much to give..
So much for the world to see..
But then reality
crashes down hard upon me..

There was a time
I felt like a cub..
A baby tiger stretching it's little head,
over the crowd that seemed so snub..

Days went by, the little cub grew..
It spent a long time learning
the many ways of the few..
But then as he stepped out,
into this jungle of a world;
the truth as he didn't know it,
in a matter of moments unfurled..

There was no good, no evil, twas true..
Just members of a shifty-eyed crew,
ravaging the oh so gullible few..
Walking on, hoping to be himself;
looking high and low,
for a world he thought he knew..

Time went on, as it always does..
He seemed to only be a child,
to be himself only in solitude...
But no one even realised that he was a tiger
ready to run free in the wild..
It's only so long, this world
can hold me in it's cage..
It can't hold me in too long,
this tiger's gonna let loose it's rage..
For deep inside is something,
few have chose to hear, if not keep,
The heart, with it's beats
causing me each night to lose my sleep..
For there are dreams
amidst the slumber,
that make me wake screaming, teary eyed,
trying so hard not to remember,
the events that seem to have
so clearly transpired..
But though they are only dreams,
they leave me worn and tired..

The time is now,
for it cannot wait..
To take the step,
I chose to hate..
Like time has come to prove,
the world moves on, I failed to see;
and realise now, this tiger too,
in the wild must run free...