I broke my creativity.
It used to run wild.
It used to be free.
I wanted to control it. To have a hold of it.
I wanted to polish it. To be flawless
I tried to train it.
but I didn't think I'd break it so I could harness it.
Now all I can do is crush it.
Confine it in the smallest of cages.
Tie it with the tightest of ropes.
And wait until it rebel against me.
And break free.