Wings were suppose to make you soar high, not bring you tumbling down.
It should make you feel free, make you invincible but instead it’s like a weigh
that drags you down. Even weighs can be tossed out at one point but these wings
are attached to you like a dreadful past that you ought to forget but can’t and
comes back to haunt you in your good days. It’s like a ghost on your shoulder
that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t shake it off.
You are one in a hundred with beautiful colours swirling all over you,
like god sent his most precious painter to carve striking patterns like you
were an empty canvas. 
This is at least what you would like to believe. The way
the giants look at you in awe while you would make sure everyone is happy like
a little super hero you are. But deep in
the core you know it would never be enough. The one in your tiny world who
taught you everything, whom you treated like your world, to whom you showered
with every hard work and strong drive and you still know you would never be
enough to them.
This is at least what you would like to believe. The way
the giants look at you in awe while you would make sure everyone is happy like
a little super hero you are. But deep in
the core you know it would never be enough. The one in your tiny world who
taught you everything, whom you treated like your world, to whom you showered
with every hard work and strong drive and you still know you would never be
enough to them.
That’s when you would feel like a trash, to cut out the wings and bury
them and set yourself free. Very ironic how could the one thing that you were
very sure of make you feel so lost. Like you were gratified with the most
fine-looking sunset and somehow your vision betrays you and you can’t seem to
figure out anything. Like you were dragged into a ghost town, no one to trust
and everything would be falling out and you would be left with your tiny hands
to put everything back into places.
You wonder if they really wanted you to succeed in the first place. Why
squander away time in teaching you if they had had enough of you. Now here you
are in the moment when everything is calm and collected falling off a height
with a cut out wing, spinning round and round as if the world around you would
disappear if it goes any faster. But you had never felt so right, so happy at
the moment and everything falls into pieces. No pride and No prejudice. And you
never felt at peace than in the moment.
