I have wings

I have wings to fly

Your worthless tries

To bring me down

Could do nothing much

Than bring a frown

In already so grumpy face of yours

Oh! Yes how could I forget

Your soldiers, your allies

Who make you a warrior

A warrior in disguise

Cause your odium wouldn't let you

Get even a hint of that existence

That being you have always craved to be

That being, who is you know, ME!

As a little girl, my parents always taught me that dreams, they are boundless. I had all the right on this earth to dream, to dream as much as I wanted to, dream with my eyes wide open. I dreamt, I tried, I worked as hard as I could, as best as I could, to give a life to my dream. I tried.

Harsh, but true it seems. I am in a wrong place. A place where, every toil of mine to fly, has been defied.  Despite my efforts, they, the rippers, they have nothing more to do, than just see what they can to make my life miserable. I don't get it. I really don't. What is it that makes them do such stuff?

This is a totally new facet I have seen in two decades of my life. People they just survive, they have no life. You ask me why? Hah! They are too busy craning into someone else's life. Pathetic, is not it? Haha. Sorry to say, but for this bunch this is their job, their forte, something they are best at.

And my dreams you ask. They still live, they don't only survive, but they have a life to live. They have wings to fly, they have things to do. They still know, what they need to do, what they want to achieve and where they want to be. My dreams, they are too big, too strong and too determined, to be smashed by these morons. Cause, in my heart I know, Despite their frail tries to bring me down, my wings are too strong, and above all my dreams they are too high, and Me I know I am made not to walk but to FLY! J