The Perch

My safe, warm cocoon is no more
I sit alone as they slam the door

I hear the crash and start to cry
It echos in my mind and I can no longer standby

I feel myself falling and it feels like rebirth
No longer will I let the crows sit on their perch

They've watched me now for far too long
Skreeching their words and calling it song

And I've listened to them, hung on every word
They thought I was listening, thought that I heard

All their stories of loving me, knowing what's best for me
In reality they plotted-but I believed them & couldn't see

The truth of who they are and what motives they had
I know now, the truth, and really just how sad

They are in their lives and want to bring me along
Sitting on their perch, always singing their song.