Well, this question is one I ask myself often.  Although I have a feeling at times of clear connection to those who frequent my Facebook status updates with awe and praise, I realize, when push comes to shove, that I am indeed no more than a zoo attraction.  Those peering into my cage, stating their observations of beauty, strength and whatever adjectives they find suitable for the tiny glimpse they witness.  Emotional projections of how they would feel in my skin and how I must feel.  Because I am easily agitated, passionate, difficult to understand in mere human language, I remain untouched, gawked at and slightly frightened by the passive curiosity those on the outside display.  Some attempt to imitate my behaviours, or join my coping ventures, only to find, they still view me as separate.  I too view them as such, but mainly due to the walls of this cage we are entrapped in.  Although I am rare and perhaps endangered, actions like these seem to not stir action but surprisingly a more complacent acceptance.  'What is being accepted?' you may ask.  My answer is this:  The clear glimpse you imagine you have into my life, which has many forms throughout the day, the week and the lifespan, is only that: a glimpse.  To watch us in a bubble and name us brave, happy or even alive is like basing an entire religion off of one moment...   
Our wildness has been taken, by those who seek control, money or enlightenment thru walls, boxes and rules.  And yet we are seen as some anomaly, or genetic fluke.  My life is a direct product of the level of acceptance embraced for comfort's sake.  And if you view us as even slightly uncomfortable to watch, there lies the core of the issue.  Here we drape, over tree branches, listless, helpless yet still determined to meet your awe-stricken eye gaze with a tear in ours saying, "Why are you just standing there?  Let us out!"