my name is...

catefrances

he stood before a lion caged
pacing contentedly, not
he spoke his words
move his arms like
a windmill in full tilt
my name is michael
i am just the things
i feel inside
you choose to deny
can't be denied
they get you in the end

if everyone did as they pleased
and never hurt another
instead of being so caught up
in how others saw them
in secreted government plots
i know ive lived my life
the way i have been
arse backwards, not the way
it's suppose to be, or is it
no one's suppose to know

i wake every day
despite a contrary wish
i do what needs to be done
denied solace
no reward
every day is like being dead
but every day i see their faces
and it is me standing,
mostly pacing like a lion caged
my name is not michael.