Bird in a cage

Well at first I agreed with her telling her she should get a second opinion because there's no way those doctors could have done their job properly, giving us that particular diagnosis, that special wednesday evening. Of course they had to be wrong, probably just put her in that certain category to rid her from their bed, which she kept occupied. But what if there was an ounce of truth in what they said? Perhaps that could explain her lack of emotions or how come she, at least seemingly, never cared for me anymore? Did she ever care or have I been playing tricks on my own mind? She's a free spirit, but I am after all just a bird in a cage.