Joven niña enmarcada como si estuviera tras barrotes invisibles
Prompt
They cage me with their gentle hands,
Draw the lines where I must stand.
Say it’s love - I know they care,
But I see bars in all that’s fair.
Every rule’s a ghost that stays,
Haunting me in brighter days.
Let me out - I wanna scream,
Break the frame, become the dream.
The past still claws beneath my skin,
I want the fire to begin.
