Panic Room

Too weird for The Strange;
my wings are so bulky
they don’t seem to fit

Am I just a bird in a cage
that hasn’t realised it yet?

Who designed this thing;
I don’t recall signing up
It cannot be legit

Am I the taunt of a king
that thinks I am a pet?

Surely something’s wrong;
this boredom holds
hostage my neck 

Am I meant to belong
in this futile rut? 

Where do I make gate;
seems to be no door,
lock, or key
 
Am I here to asphyxiate
my bursting blood to let?