no one ever approves,
everyone shakes their head, and gives their reasons,
never listens to yours, doesn’t validate your feelings,
too young. too dumb. too naïve.
blind girl, with your head in the clouds,
snap out of it.
to hell with you, i love the clouds.
and, i swear i will touch the sky one day.
i don’t need your approval.
i have my own.
it took me seventeen years to learn that,
it took me years of fighting for it, and never receiving it,
to realize, i am my own human being. i am not owned.