Breaking out

I’m so tired of being insignificant to you,

I’m not some second hand friend.

I’m me, myself, and I,

And I won’t be who you want me to be,

I’m not your puppet, and I won’t be controlled by you anymore.

I’m tired of being put on your back burner,

I’m not someone you push aside.

You said you would always be there,

But your actions don’t show it.

You’re like the weather, changing on the hour, every hour,

I can’t keep up with this inconsistency, and I don’t have an umbrella.

I’m cutting the strings, you can’t manipulate me anymore.

I’m done; I’m taking my wings, and flying away.