When I had the need to fly the rhythm out my veins
You told me not to do so: reflect a pattern in my brain
This is what you did, and I thought you were right.

The moments I spoke, reflections of fruitful thoughts,
You closed my mouth since it would not cause a laugh
This is what you did, and it made me insecure

When I needed to be in silence, with no clouds in my room,
You would call me selfish because no attention for you
This is what you did, and it felt like a prison.

Dancing over dry rain, to forget my own pain.
I tried to please everyone except myself,
but this is what you did; you complained.

Not able to comfort, anyone and you.
Did not find my own thoughts, since what you made me do.

This is what you did.
You closed my spirit.
This is what you left.
An open-hearted crest.

Not able to forget, what trauma might have caused.
Too scared to do again, and that is why I fall.

C.