The little bird

Here's a poem

"I am just a little bird fluttering my wings, never taking to the sky, but why? The reason is simple, I am in a cage, one made not of metal, nor of sticks, but of my own fear, this cage of mine has kept me safe for what seems like an eternity, allowing my body and my mind to stay safe, but it prevents me from taking to the sky and experiencing true freedom and happiness, I am just a sad little bird."