The stars look so beautiful tonight
So close, yet so far
How I wish to see the stars better from my cage
This cage which hold me,
Chained to these bars.
My wings can not fly
As I am chained and held down by you.
What holds me down are your words of hate
and not wanting me to leave you behind
I am stuck in captivity yearning to be free,
Yet here I am in my cage of depression and hopelessness
-- Joanna S., 9th-12th Grade