caged

 I wished I was more honest with you.
 I valued your innocence and naivety.
 When I think back to it I feel that was to my benefit.
 Doesn’t mean I didn’t love you, but maybe some of my intentions weren’t pure.
 I know you cared and wanted grow, but the idea of you seeing me for who and how I’m really frightened me.
 I didn’t want you to fly little bird  but I wanted you to be happy
 I don’t think I’m a bad person.
 I I’m afraid of being alone and that thought persuades me to act in ways I hate.
 Insecurity is a monster especially if society tells you your suppose to be strong.
 I see you flying now and it makes me smile a little
 but I can’t help but feel a little lonesome.