Why can’t I fly?
Do I not deserve to feel freedom physically rather than it being a small ruined faint thought in the back of my mind.
Why must you keep me inside this cell?
I am no criminal I swear by it. Does my word not have the same worth as yours? Yes, I know I’ve stolen that apple but, I haven’t eaten in days.
What have I done to be put in such a harsh position?
You won’t let me near your children though I am a child myself. Do I not deserve friends? Yes, I am quiet and rarely speak but, I am afraid the smallest of a whisper is all it’ll take for you to abandon me.
Why? What have I done?
Why must I do tricks like a dog to get some sort of attention? Why must my leg, arm, or something to that nature be missing for you to recognize me as a human being?
Why must you look at me with such anger when I act out after years of keeping it all in? What advice do you have to give? Do you know what its like to miss a meal, never receive a Christmas present, or watch your sister move away somewhere with a complete stranger?
It didn’t matter how much I begged them not to take her did it? Though they know she was the very last thing I had and I for her the same.
It doesn’t matter, never has.
As I sit in the rain watching the small droplets fall away from the dark clouds onto the old dimly lit, roof sunken in the orphanage. I wonder…
When my feet grow tired of dancing, will I be able to get back up again?