I never once cared about being right—I only wanted to be heard.
On an unassuming May afternoon, I exhausted all of my five vocabularies.
When I tried to explain it with my hands, you cut them off.
You knew I would lose my ability to rise.
You knew I would lose all sense if you did it.
But you did it. You did it anyway.
‘Twas how much you wanted my frame rooted deep in your clutches,
You told me you Loved me.
Then, as I knew I would, I lost myself in their curious lands,
I was forced to be like everyone else,
Prosaic and unremarkable, with no True purpose other than to serve their insatiable demands.
Maybe it was nothing but raw jealousy, maybe that is why you did it.
Maybe you were afraid I would grow bigger than you.
It was a frail attempt to make sure I never would.
And you failed.
You failed.
You failed.
You failed.
You claimed you were protecting the innocent when you yourself were not any stronger.
You made a small person feel smaller, did it make you any stronger?
Much like you, I wanted space to call my own, my Home, but I don’t think that made me cruel like you:
You could not obtain what you wished for, so what did you do?
You deprived me of my dreams too.
-- Alexandre T.G. Way