There is an urgercy

a misconception

Maybe there is a bit of misinterpretation

Of the love in childrens books

Caged in a wrath of hell at times

this doesn’t match up to what I have been told

What I have seen in childrens books

Life must be wrong or sick

It must be sick

As there is a silence not many can fill

And indulgence no one can understand

Love isn’t free

And resentment is part of the ride

Arent you supposed to love me?

As being the creator of my well being

Aren’t you supposed to support me

To see the potential I can be?

Am I independent?

Or am I a lone wolf?

Although animals travel in packs

Perhaps there is a drunken misunderstanding

Although all the owls see the truth

Tonight I wander.