must things come to this?

How will you fly? If your wings are clipped?
How will you fly? If your tail is clipped?
How will you fly? If your world is but a cage?
How will you fly? If your sky is but just a reach within your head?
How will you fly? If you are under a thumb?
How will you fly? If your maker refuses to let you to?

How will you fly?

The heavens are weeping with me.
The skies are dark. Darker than the clouds in my heart.
The floodgates have opened. The rains have fallen.
Gushing down hard. Harder than the beating of my heart.
My tears are falling. In parallel with the rain.
In consequence of my state.

My state.
I am solemn. I am sad. I am frustrated.
I have nothing else left to say.
No. Rather, I cannot say anything.
Since saying anything will not be of any help anyway.

I give up. I am silent. I am brooding.
Say what you want. Fuck me upside down.
I will just listen.
I can't say anything anyway.
Besides. You already said the ultimate thing.
"Just because you are an adult doesn't mmean you can do anything."
"Don't forget. You are my daughter. I can scold you anytime I want."

Where the fuck did that come from?
I owe my existence to you. True.
I don't deny that.
Does this mean I am owned by you?
I don't know. Can a higher being answer me?

You tell me I've changed. That I didn't use to be like this.
Yeah well, perhaps. I don't know.
Things change. People change.
Me?
For the better or worse? I don't know anymore.