This isn’t a family it’s a prison, you’re a liar and a bully and I’d rather rot in this dumpster than go back!
The funny thing is, on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty now that they’re gone.