I live a life of joy

Where colors are brighter

And I can fly

As I am not the world’s toy

Eventually, I was told

That there will be a wonderful change

I was excited

As I yearned to grow

But what came next was cold

Everything began to dull

And everything grew eyes

Their gazes devouring me

As they wish to prize more than my skull

My new, fuller feathers came with a price

An existence of pain

Of struggle

Of vice

Of the need to give these eyes what they desire

Because it’s the only way to feel wanted

And I yearned to go back

To remind myself of what’s to come thrice

But I cannot

As no warnings will truly suffice

I live a life of joy

Where this transformation is “beautiful”

And I can fly

As I became the world’s toy