The Animal

it was a curious set of standards,
that locked me in grey.
lost, betrayed, backwards,
kept hidden and caged away.

for there was no tolerance,
in their aged and harsh eyes.
bitter protectors in consequence,
they stopped any plan I could devise.

Till of course she came with key,
hands trembling at the door.
And once unlocked, I was free,
and determined to remain so
for evermore.