You create that which you are

But you are broken

So you broke me

I was fine

You broke me

I was thirsty

Not hungry

I cried for thirst

Not hunger

I cried for company

Not a drive

I cried for a song

Not to be lifted from my armpits

I cried to find my wings

But you broke them each time you lifted me

I cried to the world

But no one understood my sounds

Yet, you wanted me to understand yours.