What metaphor would you use to describe your own mind?

 

    A bird stuck in an open cage. This is the metaphor I would use to describe my mind. A bird that can be free so easily from its cage, but the fear of what might happen when it does keep it in. 


We did Common Lit, I was not there. 

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