Fly

April 5, 2016

I look at the world through a glass,

Everyone looks blurry as they pass.

They want me to be like them,

This is a world were you either sink or swim.

I am drowning from the masses,

I have to be perfect, to surpasses.

But all do is make mistakes,

And my failure overtakes.

I cry hard as I wonder,

"Is it alright if I fall under?"

Under the stress of this beautiful lie,

All I can do is sit down and cry.

I want to breathe as I am set free,

To their ideals and beliefs I must disagree.

If I want to get out of the glass of society,

I must get rid of my anxiety.

I take a step forward and it cracks,

I am finally released and able to relax.

I feel my wings reach out far and wide,

I take off from my stride,

Breathe in, breathe out as I say "Goodbye",

Because I'm a girl who has learned to fly.

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