Rebirth

You told me to remain the same. That I was perfect , I didn't need to change. But that couldn't possibly be true, otherwise you wouldn't have left? You wouldn't have been able to find anyone to replace me, if I was perfect then you had already found the best? I mean with you I was always hopeful, endearing and considerate. For you I actually tried to be just that, perfect. It's my biggest regret. I allowed you to put me in a box, you defined me. From how I wore my hair to how I should speak. You killed my creativity, my youthfulness, my spontaneity. And it's ironic, I allowed those things because I saw you the same way, a perfect person, knowing no such beast exist, but to me you were as close to perfect as perfect could get. So I let...you kill me, I let you will me and mold me and recreate me, in hopes of being everything you could ever dream. My soul died with you, you had the matches But I struck the box that created the flame And you watched as everything I was burned to ashes. You said I was perfect and still you tried to change me. You left me in ashes and I had to gather all of what I could see. You forced a rebirth in me , to rise again like a Phoenix Because you can not fix this I can not fix this Fire creates rebirth. A new start. A new beginning.