They Do Not Understand Me

My parents made it clear
That they do not like you.
I always choose to steer

You away from it all. The blue
Skies that you give me do not
Make them get the top view

Into my life. They still taught
Me to respect myself,
But they do not get caught

Up in our story. The high shelf
They try to keep me on is just
Within your reach. I am no elf,

Hidden away. The trust
I give you, they do not know
What that is about. The dust

Collecting and adding up is so
Far beyond their understanding.
I am not within the status quo.

I am jumping and landing
Beyond their touch.
I cannot keep on standing

When they keep their clutch
On me tight like a little girl
And breakable doll. Too much

Restrictions. I am a pearl,
Not a clam or a hard shell.
Let me mingle and swirl

In freedom. I have been to hell
And back so that everybody
Understands when I do not yell.