I'm tired.

Tired of being who you want me to be...

I need my space.

To breathe,

To run free.

Because I can't take it anymore.

I'm done.

I'm over it.

I want to be free...

I get it you've done bad things and you don't want me to do the same things as you.

But the worst decisions make the beat stories right?

And I love your stories.

I'm sorry that I want to rebel.

I'm sorry I'm not who you wanted.

I know that you only want what's best for me.

But if I have to live in this world...

We'll do it my way.

I want to make those mistakes...

Because then I'll have those stories to tell my kids.

The more I think about rebelling the closer I am to doing so.

I'm sorry...

I love you with all my heart but I'm over being stuck in this cage.