We look at the animals and they stare back,

Unsure of what we are.

We take the pictures but they can’t,

Even though we are their attraction.

We should be swinging, crawling, and eating.

They should be watching.

They are free and we are in the cage.

The small, enclosed cage,

Not knowing what we are but they will soon know.

I ask them to take a picture of me.

Sometimes people make mistakes but aren’t brave enough to not grab the eraser.

Sometimes people make mistakes and just throw the whole paper out.

Sometimes people make mistakes and have to erase the whole thing.

Sometimes you can’t erase, it’s impossible.

Sometimes people should just write down sorry.