You want me to be independent.
To be free.
To make the most of me.
Well don't clip my wings,
tie my feet,
or cage me in.
You took everything without even a word,
not even a half assed apology,
not a letter of notification.
You didn't dare look me in the eye.
My wings have been clipped,
my feet tied.
You want me to be independent but insist
on doing so with letting me fly.
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