Crushed dream

No one wants to see you grow
They just wanna see you go
The pretty soul who loved to sing
But little did she know that birds can sing
“You’re not on beat” , “ you can’t even sing “ yells the singing bird
“Go get me this “ , “ go get me that “
“And you better not express how you feel or you’ll really see how mean I can be”
As soon as I start to feel alive
The shadows and negativity be affecting my mind and it’s like when I start to shine I sense the bad energy being sent my way like a little chime and as the time flies by as I sit and reminisce of all the pain I went through,  now my thought process may seem insane , it’ll never be the same, I space away on a mind vacay then come back to reality and remember they want to keep me in this captivity they don’t want me free , to be me, the thing I cease to be …