that's not what i want.
My wings are torn,
But they got no mourn.
They asked me to define,
But I said I am not refined.
They said it is what I need,
And handed me the seed.
I smiled and said," No,"
It is not what I know.
They made their dreams mine,
Without looking me in the eye.
Now, I am left alone,
With a heavy education loan.
I am trapped in a cage,
And my heart is full of rage.
Let me spread my wings,
But they were cut with some kinks.
They said I can't fly,
I just have to oblige.
BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT,
And that's not what I want.....
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