Fold the paper
Corner to corner
Whisper secrets in its creases
Mold it
shape it
to whats its meant to be
String it up
for everyone to see

I am like a paper crane
Folded and molded
by the society around me
Strung up
for everyones enjoyment

Unable to fly
Unable to be free

No More

Cut the strings
Spread my wings
and Soar

And finally
FINALLY
I'll just
be Me