who is wrong

wings flapping in the windhairs standing on their end crows calling to offendtheir life can no longer mend.she dreamed of nothing sweetthey could no longer meetshe watched her girl get beatthey failed to be discreet .screaming shouting hatingno longer bending butshe was breaking, cryingthey told her she was confused

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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