I don't know why I like the things I do,
I especially don't know why you disapprove.
The moment I smile and claim my happiness,
You ignore my bliss; turn away, indirectly telling my soul:
if you're a bird, be flightless.
And for the longest time I believed you,
That I, as a bird,
can't open my wings because that's what you choose.
But the day came where I no longer cared.
I jumped from your arms,
mid-flight I saw how your grip was unfair.
I am beautiful and I am independent.
I choose my wings
You can't keep me, I'm not your pet.
Your song isn't the one I sing.