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What will happen when this bird gets out of the cage
Will it sing and fly
Or just sit there and die?
A face full of tears
Yet none of them want to fall
An infant full of years,
Slamming doors
To close off the past
Of the hidden wars
Might as well recreate my kindergarten picture
Of a small person with the world’s tiniest smile
What a mixture
A probable mistake
A theory
Of sour birthday cake
The same will of wanting a way out
Few know what it’s like to be born into the wrong world
I'm an alien trying to find a realistic route
Hands in little fists
Ready to punch a hole in your inflexible plan for me to follow
So many things wrong with that I could make paper flowing lists
I can see my blonde hair back in my face
That I once cut into uneven bangs
Those pictures you try to erase
Like the pictures of my big toothless grin
When I had a badass black eye
My wild heart you can’t win,
With dance recital dresses
This Rockette will not dance anymore
The reason is just as good as your guesses
I'm not your special girl
I'm not anyone’s except my own
And you thinking otherwise makes me want to hurl
What will happen with this girl
When she is free of the nest
Despite her fears and guilty love, will she fly like the rest?