why did you get me inside this house-
displayed me with the plates
I am not at home here
outside is what I prefer
I have a permanent grimace
it isn't just a phase
you have placed me in a miniscule space
separation from friends is unbearable
they sit on other shelves
I can't look down from that top shelf
my thoughts stumble and fall
I want to smash this room and break free
"merely a rooster for you, I too have a will"
This didn't come up as I desired it to yet I posted it. I might work on it a bit after some time.