Growing up...

You want me to make a choice? Gladly. Screw you. I'm done with accomodating. I'm done with being silent. You want me to speak? I'll speak. But I'm done hiding what I think. I'll speak what I'm really thinking. Maybe you will actually get to know me. ME. The real me. Not the person you think I am. Not the little girl who does everything you say with the snap of your finger. But the Young woman who has a life of her own. The young woman who can make her own decisions. The young woman you have made me into. Maybe you will get to know her.

This is my fault. I accept full responsibility. It is my fault you don't know me. It's my fault you think I'm somone else. I should have showed you. I should have stood up to you when I wanted to. I should have had a backbone. I should have been independent.

I can walk on my own two feet. I can fall, get hurt, and pick myself back up again. I can take responsibility from myself. I know how to take care of myself. I know what hurts me, and I know what doesn't. I know what's dangerous and I know what's safe. I know the Truth, and I know the Lies. I know what I can do, and I know what I can't. You've taught me these things. So let me spread my wings and fly. Choose to open the door to my cage... Or when I get out, I'll never come back.