MY DREAMS


I'm so tired of being told what to do,
I close my eyes and hope my dreams come true.
I dream of freedom, a birds way of life,
But then I wake cuz my wings are cut by a knife.
I dream of happiness to laugh and joke all day,
But then I wake and its all pulled away.
I dream of a house and a family too,
But the I wake and I find that its not true.
I dream of a car just to get away,
But then I wake and I have tears that stay.
I dream of being grown up one day,
But then I wake up and todays still not the day...

When will I finally be able to do what I want?

When will people let me be an adult?

STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!

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