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