Am I not ?

Am I not who you think I am?
Shy and Frail
Will you break my bones and stab my eyes?
'Til my hands turn to brail

Am I not your little fairy?
Floating and still
Will you yank off my wings?
And use them at your will

Am I not that hidden child?
Scared and crying
Will you beat and bruise me?
So that i'm withering and dying

I am not those things you made me be
I am now an adult
Tall, brave and free