I wish I had a cure 
A potion that can heal a broken soul
I wish I had all the answers, 
to questions God himself can’t answer 
I wish I knew the secret, 
so, my heart can rest easy 
Don’t look at me like I’m insane 
I can see pity in your eyes as if I’m a bird with a broken wing 
I’m still flapping my broken wing, so spare me the sympathy 
I don’t want you to lecture me on happiness 
Because you only find it in wine and sex 
Don’t start feeling like you’re above me 
So high no one can touch you 
And you open your note book 
Start jotting down some points 
And I laugh mockingly 
“Am I an experiment to you?” I ask 
And stop you from answering 
You see anger in me 
Perhaps childhood issues? 
And I tell you that my life is perfect 
I even have a good relationship with my father 
And I still talk to my mother 
But you’re too persistent 
Always wanting to know more 
Plucking out my feathers to see what hides underneath 
You want a better look at my broken wing 
And you say that you’re just trying to help 
I flap my wing in your face violently 
And the clock ticks so slowly as if annoying me intentionally 
You remain so calm and collected 
I’ve turned all red 
And I’m about to explode 
But you don’t care if I blow up your office 
“I’ve had two broken wings before” You begin to talk 
“And I’ve learned that a bird needs help to learn how to fly again” you continue 
So, I sit down 
And the clock finally begins to tick normally again