This one was... perhaps written for a specific person, but it's not going to be the one that probably first comes to mind: no, not a rant against parents or teachers or any of that, but I suppose an authority of a sort.

The weight of their expectations crushes me like Atlas's burden.

I've not fallen in line for years now,

And when I look at them, I can see the question reflecting in judgmental eyes:

Why do you stray?

Leave the ninety-nine for the one, as a good shepherd would,

But this one does not want to be rescued.

Close to them, I am drained of life like a pig is bled;

With distance, I grow wings,

I soar to new heights unimaginable to my mind and theirs,

And the sun does not scorch me, for I am beyond it.

Out of the light's reach, free to bloom,

I become who I was meant to be.