It's not my fault that your tool turn to Freedom that your fate that you wished only to end decided to make a new story of anger Rises From the Ashes to make a new the story of which I create is not attached my dignity does not lie within your unhappiness my life is not lie within your hands Rise From the Ashes of a phoenix typeform my mind works overtime but not in this lifetime of yours I am no longer the tool which brings you to anger I'm no longer the child that you wish to have because I'm not the one who's going to be a Slave to your desires 11 years blocked yet I don't think they were misery my mind blocks away happiness because all I could see was that pain and abuse you put me through no longer is that the case my words turn to sword my pencils Turn to Armor I no longer and contained by your page my story is not upon yours learn to fly free from your own dignity your egotistical mind of which  causes your misery
Learn of what you've done because I'm not tied down to your story I've learned to create my own my own page My Own Adventure I'm no longer Damsel in Distress waiting to be murdered  by the Dragon
Rather the dragon that finally set free this isn't a Hymn of hatred this isn't resentment this isn't a symphony of hate
It's of my story of which I can relate it is a Tale it does not start or end at you it is my own and you have no control I am no longer your puppet so learn to write your own because that Birdcage you set me up on those change you trained by Wings down
-Are gone