We work so hard to create our own visions,
Yet adults come in to change them.
Our ideals deemed problematic,
Bad,
And many other negatives.
The one meant to help us breaks us,
Leaving the rest of us to scream,
To cry out,
"What've we done wrong?"
No matter what, everything seemed to fall apart.
Our production changed,
The impact destroyed.
The scenes we feel strongest about mutilated.
Our desires scoffed at, our speech held back.
Others made cry,
Feeling helpless because it's all on them,
The adult who's supposed to support,
But instead broke us apart.
A place we loved so dearly became one so haunted,
All thanks to someone who wanted control.
Our desire to make our work the best,
Drained away.
Watching those I love break,
Watching it all burn alive.
It was my nightmare.
Shoved and molded into reality.