"She's the littlest mermaid. That's all they see. Nothing gets past them, there's no room to breathe. You wiggle and budge, but where does it get you when you're restrained at the wrists?
Struggle and fight. Put up your worth. You're too small to make a difference, and that's what you'll be told all your life. But if you rip through the wall, will things get better, or will they only get worse?
This isn't a fairy tale, missy. You're not ment to be happy. Has any princess lived her life the way she wanted to?
You're no different. What makes you original? Anything unique? No, they scowl and turn their heads. You are none of these things and you will never be.
They laugh. You swim. Swim for your life, and never look back. There is a fire behind you. It's raging, and burning everything in it's path. Get out of the way, little fish, or you may just get your tail burned
And no one wants that, do they?"
All this room and nowhere to run? You've got an ocean out there, but what makes you think you can hide?
Stay anchored, my darling. For what is keeping you sane? The whispers. The whispers help.
