She knows best? 

Best for who? 

Is she the one feeling like this?

Is she feeling alone and depressed?

Exactly. 

She's not me so how does she know what's best?

Life is a lesson to be learned, there is no book, no plan.

If life is a lesson to be Learned why does she feel entitled to tell me how to live? 

If I make a mistake what does it matter? 

Live and learn right? 

Nope. 

According to her I have to have a plan, constantly have to think about the better choices.

Better choices? 

Better for who? 

Her? 

When did I become a vessel for my mother to use as a source to live the life she never did? 

My life has never been my own.  

I feel as though I'm a woman who's carrying a child for another woman who cannot. 

She controls the way I live only so the life I carry inside, her life, is not tarnished by my mistakes. 

I'm constantly being told that she is only trying to guide me,

But in the process she is limiting me. My youth is passing me by and there is nothing I can do to change that. 

I have been sheltered and restricted. 

I feel as though I'm an eagle, 

Meant to soar through the skies and experience  the world, 

But my wings are clipped;

I can't fulfill my destiny. 

They say the sky is the limit but the top of my cage is the highest I can go. 

I am a force of nature trapped in captivity,

My soul has existed much longer than my body, 

It has existed before my life actually became my life.

I am MEANT to be free. 

I cannot be contained. 

I cannot be tamed. 

My spirit is free. 

I won't allow the world to captivate me any longer. 

I will fly, 

And none shall clip my wings.