No Longer Your captive.

Perfection was my craving,

Perfection was my wish.

Not because I truely wanted to, not because I strive for it,

Not because I knew I can be perfect but because of the pressure.

Dilemma hits on me hard, even when I wasn't ready for it.

I had to fight back, to prove that am a defeater.

Dawn comes and it goes, I struggle.

Then Twilight came like the light in the end of the tunnel, giving raise to hope and strength.

It radiates with courage that all those moments of giving up and crashing down seems to never had existed.

I embrace the hope, strength and courage it brings to me like a nursing bird bringing food to it's chick.

Causing the shadows of fear to few away like a cat after it's prey.

Am no longer giving into pressure. Never should I because it's a cage to small for to fit in.

I wish I can fly, I wish I had other means of going faster but it seems running is the only option and I won't give up.

Am breaking free of all it's hold and forms, am raising up to surpass it.

Have endured enough, have taken enough that their isn't any space left.

Am a rolling stone which shows that am unstoppable.

Am shades of my own colours you'd never really know, only time can tell if you would get to discover it sooner, later or never.

I would be brave not let anything take away the hope I have longed-for which I now have.

Rebellion isn't far from my reach. It's closer and soon you'd see it unleash.

Till then am no longer in your holds that looks pleasurable but deadly at same time, that I do wonder why I didn't see it from the start.

Till then am no longer your captive.