don't tap on the glass

Oh, please don't take my glare
that trapped and hurt and baleful stare
too personally, I mean—
it's not your fault they feed me poison peanuts every day,
not your fault I suffocate
on my own s*** in here—
no, I'm not mad at you,
standing there outside my zoo
watching me with curious callous eyes
and tap tap tapping on the glass,
as if I might bite—
and you look at me like I'm the savage.