Why is she so mean?

Her words hurt more than they seem,

Why can't I be free?

I know this country isn't what it means,

But I'm being even more oppressed by the people who are supposed to be your family,

I try to make her proud,

Yet I get yelled at for having water bottles around,

She tells me I must keep my feet on the ground,

But I've been floating all year around,

In my room, I feel like I could fly,

But there's a glass window and I cry,

I feel like a caged bird,

And all I can do is sing,

But if you let me out I can be someone or something, 

I can tell you stories that you've never seen,

And I can paint the scene,

I can make a costume with a sewing machine,

I can dance like I'm seventeen,

Just let me be me,

But all she can see,

Is the shell I made for me,

To be what she wanted,

Made me feel haunted,

By her standards, her notion,

I felt trapped in an ocean,

Until a hand reached out through the current,

I was observant,

How did he reach me, 
Teach me, 
Breach the system I created,

And advocated,

For me to stand up for myself,

Instead of self-hatred,

For not being what she wanted,

A prodigy,

I don't want apologies,

Or even your ideology,

Of what I should be,

Because no matter how you see me,

Or even if you don't believe me,

I'm Katty,

And this is my poetry. 

I act so confident,

But feel incompetent,

I've felt like a kid,

So uneventful,

With dreams unfulfilled,

You'd think I'm thrilled,

But I am resentful,

I am a senior after all,

I'm supposed to stand tall,

But I crawl,

I am a ball of emotions,

With many notions,

Many unfinished,

This one is now finished.