Flying with Broken Wings

I'm ready to move on.
It's time to be more graceful.
And it's time for me to find the real me.
Even though I'm told I lost the real me long ago.

I'm not who you want me to be.
I just know how to handle you and everyone else.
Yes, sometimes I get mad.
And yes sometimes I cry.

But don't we all?
Are we ready to be who we are?
Or have we been ourselves all along?
Why do people say we aren't being ourselves?

I know I have relationship problems.
Everyone knows that.
Just stop trying to set me up.
Let me make my own mistakes.

I've made so many already...
Being myself got me no where before.
But being myself makes me happy.
So what if I haven't found the love of my life?

So what if I'm only 18.
Why are you pressuring me with this?
Why is everyone pressuring me to have a boyfriend?
Let me worry about it.

Stop babying me.
I'm old enough now to do things on my own.
And I'm old enough to tell you to stop.
So please, stop.

I'm a girl with broken wings.
But I still dream to fly.
Dreaming is getting me somewhere.
And trying is too.

Someday I'll make it.
Because I have the passion to.
And I'm working for it.
I'm not settling.

Ever...