Poem: Caged Songbird

So I wrote a freeverse poem, here's how it goes:

Caged songbird

Made in a factory just in order to serve

Be grateful and loyal without but a doubt

Follow every word, no questions, just observe

"I put you into this world, I can take you out"

Every piece of the puzzle has its own place

Every role and cog, in an orderly pace

Follow the procedure of the systems that hurt

That is what I was taught, that is how all this works

But to be the porcelain marionette

With a pirouette

for every word of the sonnet

But instead of a classical tune

The tempo is jazz on the same clarinet

Now goodluck in your unwavering conviction

In a world of ocean waves and special conditions

Bartender get me a lil' something

I can handle being tipsy turnin

Cuz' the captain gotta account for the waves

Or drown with the ship, happy sailin'

Hit the beat

betcha can't even think on yo feat

Anything out the plan seems like defeat

How you trapped behind bars

When you don't got rhythm, bars

Just shut up, I can't think

But even in silence, the words are still there

A vision of freedom for every blink

But the voice in my head keeps screaming "Never!"

Every piece has its place

But what if I'm out of place?

If I'm unable to follow orders

Will I be put out of order?

Please don't judge it too harshly, It's my second evwr freeverse poem and the first time I tried to adjust the language within a poem. My first freeverse was one I performed in front of class, and I think that one came out much more organized, mainly because I wasn't testing my abilities with that one and was well within my own comfort zone.

Anyway, to elaborate on each stanza;

The first two stanzas aren't exactly freeverse, they both have 12 syllables each line and have rhyme schemes of ABAB and AABB respectively. I tried to limit my freedom in those stanzas because the story starts out as someone who grew up without freedom, in a restrictive household.

The 3rd stanza was very fun, it focuses on being a sort of doll of your parents and how that's not going to help you in the real world. Or specifically how the real world is different from what us expected when you are the doll or puppet in that situation.

I skipped a little bit but usually in these types of households, the children grow up to be perfectionists (bato bato sa langit)

In the 4th stanza I was aiming for it to be a little jazzy, but an advice/call-out to the main character of the story.

The 5th is more harsh criticism in, what I tried to emulate, was hip-hop style lyrics.

The 6th stanza is more of like.... Rock lyrics, utter frustration coming fromvthat main character.

While the 7th stanza continues the thought of the 6th, but this time in a more mellow tone. Now the fristration has become self doubt.

I tried to tell a narrative in this poem while at the same time trying to incorporate music genres just by the way the lyrics are written. To me, it's very messy since I might have bitten off more than I can chew, but do leave your opinions in the comments.