보이지 않는 쇠창살 뒤에 선 것처럼 프레이밍된 어린 소녀

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.