Why? Why do you have to make me feel like I’m tied down? Tied down to your rules, your wants, and your needs. I have choices too. Opinions unheard, ignored, mocked. I’m one of three daughters, yet you choose me. The only time I’m chosen is so you can make your attempts at manipulating me, taking any sense of freedom I should have over my future, my life, my needs. Denying the chance to let me prove you wrong. You may be right, I have called Wolf too many times but in this case, it’s different. Give me the chance to prove you wrong, to prove that I can do it. That I can be free from this rope that holds me back from what I want. Let me just be independent for once without the need for your so-called supervision and advice. The advice that’s more like scolding and yelling. Darkening my mood, deepening the depression. Your words linger in my head for days upon days. Have you ever taken a chance to stop and think that you may be the reason? The reason I am so desperate to escape, the reason I am dreaming of the day I can be independent.