The voice peered inside her head teaching her self woes .. “You can’t do this, you can’t do that,” a pitiful voice of menace. But can’t became shan’t to the rebellious soul whom defied all notion of woes. For I am free she thought back on thee, those pitiful voices of menace. My wings will fly and soar upon high for as long as I wish it to be. Neither the less she did her best at trying to simply be ‘me’.