I Choose Me Now

I don't know why I like the things I do,
I especially don't know why you disapprove.

The moment I smile and claim my happiness,

You ignore my bliss; turn away, indirectly telling my soul:
if you're a bird, be flightless.

And for the longest time I believed you,

That I, as a bird,
can't open my wings because that's what you choose.

But the day came where I no longer cared.

I jumped from your arms,
mid-flight I saw how your grip was unfair.

I am beautiful and I am independent.

I choose my wings
You can't keep me, I'm not your pet.

Your song isn't the one I sing. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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