I wanted to make my own choice. Have my own voice. My opinion appreciated. Grow up.
Started to grow inside. My cocoon was starting to die. I was out growing it, reshaping it. That opinion of me, you saw it and hate it. How I'm not your little girl any more and how you can't control my falls.
I hope that you trust me and forgive my mistakes. The ones that tried to stop me to make. But I had to. That's how you grow. You fall over and get up and try again. I'm still leavening when I'm done. Your cage will unlatch by legal law. I will be free. Be free to fall. Well, that's what you see. I proffer to saw.
To release me to the dangers of the world. Your still here, and I'm a good girl. I'll be fine. I'll be good. With a stable mind and a lot if good, I'll make something of myself like you hoped I would.
It started to happen to soon for you. I wanted to do my own thing. My own story with out you and what I was going to be.
