The beating of her heart slows as the bars locking me in dissolve, as I reach through I still feel them, I still feel what I use to be. And I couldn’t see outside my own eyes anymore and I couldn’t hear my own heart anymore and there was no me anymore. Suspended, my eyes moved as I slowly lost control…And the shadow of her father bathing in the stars floating above his back wasn’t here anymore. And the man who took her away and showed her what freedom was; locked me in this cage and threw away the key, becomes the shadow he maybe always was. And now I wanted to know why they didn’t listen but I couldn’t get through that cage that separated everything that was coming from me and when it reached them, it floated through their senses as if it was nothing but air. And she cried out through my blinking eyes, and now she really knew what it was like to be a prisoner and maybe I never knew. And I didn’t know whose voice was talking right now and I don’t know what happened to that girl who would hold me every night, so I learned how to hold myself. But I knew who stitched me together, and I knew she was here, and I knew maybe she was me as her pain cried out from my heart, as the blood of her family dripped down my skin. And I can only see that man, the one that took her away on his motorcycle, riding through the night so fast, never looking back. In dreams the bars disappeared and I was free and I could only hear the hum of the motorcycle and I still haven’t learned how to look up without being scared. And there was a parking lot filled with cars and people running everywhere. As we approached the large glass doors, I shivered and fell to the ground as I saw dozens of people running through the doors holding me’s by the neck, by the arms, by my dangling legs, people fighting over me, pulling at me and I could do nothing but be there and smile and I know why they couldn’t hear and I knew why they couldn’t see because I could no longer see and there were no bombs falling down, and there was no one screaming but the eyes were still there but I couldn’t see them, and I couldn’t hear them but they were still there and the eyes didn’t really hurt anyone here but it was only because they didn’t have to. The people here did it all to themselves and I cried and then she cried and even if there were no bars surrounding me, there still were. And they couldn’t see the blood dripping down from all those toys, from the pain in their voices, from every movement they made. They couldn’t see the walls erected from each thought of their cold, unbending minds. What they saw, what they only could accept was an idea sold to them so long ago and never questioned. And the girl cries out but why me and as her voice dies to a whisper, from my own breath I say, why us?