I am writing my life,
amidst your strife
that thrives within you.
O ye who beget me, you never grew
from the miseries of the society,
as you are riddled with anxiety.
The myths of honor haunt you,
as you stop me from reaching the new.
The gilded cage you built,
is a prison for your guilt,
as you ****** my flight
even though I fight,
with my demons everyday.
Vehemently on my words, I stay.