i told my family my plan to do something and it was shot down
like a bird.
the anticipation of flight was all it felt, the rush of fresh breeze
the excitement of the kill was all he had, the need to destroy

and when i asked why such negativity, all that i got was laughter
like cynics.
the anger was swept away under a thick rug
the need to put people down is all a cynic know

now ive learnt my lesson keep my dreams to myself
realise it.
never share with people who cannot accept who you are