Caged

It expresses some of my feelings lately.

I am a caged bird with a broken wing.
Even if I were to escape, where would I go?

I can not fly, and so I do not sing.
There is nothing to sing of in a prison.

Whenever my master walks by, I chirp softly.
But I go unnoticed, uncared for.

There is no one to love me
and no one for me to love.

I am nothing but a pretty prize.
Something to own.