Shouts of anger and annoyance of my impurity

Rage obvious of my flawed decisions.

Your pointless anger of imperfection.

You're closing me in your web of lies.

Shoving me in a room with no windows, no clues.

Desperation, clawing at the walls of my heart in an attempt to be free.

Only to give up in despair at the end.

I'm burning it up, tearing it to pieces.

I'm tired of being perfect, of being you.

I want to be free, I want my wings.

I'm screaming, crying, breaking down.

I'm showing feelings I've never felt before.

I'm not perfect and never will be.

Better deal with it fast because I'm seeing through your mask of deception.