For years that house has felt more like a cage.
Now I am a unicorn roaming free.
Though as I stride, I am still on your stage.
You're the director and won't leave me be.

My world is like your glass menagerie.
Angelical but yet oh so fragile.
At night you visit it as a fairy;
In the day you are there, oh so agile.

I stand here before you in a flimsy light,
from the reflections of my empty drinks.
I just keep wishing you'll help me take flight,
if we could only break our family jinx.

The stone which I hurled has shattered me too.
I should have known you were always my glue.