My broken feathers

Though I've everything,
I could feel nothing
Because security leads me over
Priority and privacy
I'm crying inside and that
Made me smile dumb outside
They feel me disgusting,coz
I'm making mess at everything....
And that made me feel disappointed.
I try to fly with my pretty large feathers,
But they cut it out everytime
With their nasty rules!
I feel bad to be a girl
I see the world whirl
They dominate in the name of care
I need their guide in my way,
Not their company in another way
After much more beats and scolds,
I've blindly believed that their love comfort
my wound.
But nothing seems to change.
Along with, they treat me as a convict
But I did nothing wrong.
Finally everything turns out pale,
With the measures of the scale,
They are writing me a tale.
I'm totally fed up, I think
I can't rise up...
They hurt me lot and I feel like
People hate me lot...
Yes, every girl is a doll,
Either barbie or anabelle
She can't lead her own life
She will be running through in other's hands,
Unknowingly, not independently!