I am a bird

Flying through a crowd of people

Heading straight for a window

I am friends with them all

They feed me seed, and I sing them songs

We are so close, they don’t even realize I am different

But I know it though

They are all much more intelligent than me

With the tools they use and the things they know

I feel stupid

They laugh when I struggle with building my nests

They insist they could do it quicker, easier

I agree with them

Of course, they wouldn’t warn me of the window

They don’t warn each other of the window

They can see it just fine

They forget I am a stupid little bird

It’s okay, I forget too for a moment

At least, until I smack into the window

Everybody watches as I fall to the ground

Miserable 

Humiliated

And then they laugh a bit

And then they help me up, and ask if I am okay

The helping hurts the worst