Too much freedom early on in life can contribute to mental illness!
Too much freedom early on in life can ruin the future of a child.

Such persons grow up and can do nothing, for blame will help no one.
Blame just piles the bricks of hate for them to throw their bodies on in vain.
Such a wild child may be the envy of others, but their freedom is that of a young bird, that pushed off a nest by its mother to fly, falls from the perch and gets lost in the woods,
Other young birds see her, look her fall, and say oh look she is flying! ….
That bird is with you and to you, they seem happy,
But truly deep within,
They suffer, lost in the depth of the caves into which they were thrown.
Stuck, unlucky, suffocating, and struggling to get out.
A habit of hiding, is the first step towards the tree of devastation,
Our suffering soul will never open up to anyone, will keep hiding and faking it out.
They do say fake it till you make it, do they not?
A Habit of lying comes thereafter, attempting things reprehensible, though not fully aware of consequences.
The voice of conscience inside gives a warning, mistrust wins against it, so she lied, the second step towards a poisoned future,
Habits of pretending to be okay with what’s going on start growing, yet internally withering, acid eating the heart slowly,
Is becoming vulnerable a cure?
No!
She lies invisible to people,
Masks draining the essence of her soul, leaving it withered so winds shred it into pieces.
Pieces No more capable of seeing deep self-worth, such is the third step towards the vicious tree of devastation.
No Habits of embracing pains entirely, for the pain yet feels the same way every time,
Mental torture is habitual, but she is now immune to it, in a morbid way, or, so she says.
With the plummeting of those happy hormones, the lost birds welcome stress, anxiety and depression.
Becoming too silent or too explosive and now loving the surrounding silence,
The Habit of not enjoying the company of others comes now, hating the empathetic nature of people and their bookish advices, is but natural.
The birds consider no need for it now, for when the base was needed to be built, when they needed the nest, there was no guide…
I was left free to learn own my ways, finding such paths in the forest as I took steps to my sickly tree of comfort….
This tree found me, and it is mine, I found it, from where I was lost.
This is my tree now, solitary in the forest, a tree build from kicking people out of life, and developing neurotic behavior .
But it is mine
Now I build the tree,
It grows, nurtured by habits of loving solitude and hating the proximity of everyone, hating the interruptions of others in life, behaving aggressively, and becoming my own enemy…
Such are the habits for the bird that was too soon free.
Don’t envy them, they have found their tree.
Dr.Gulnazmirza 2020 Anna Breslin
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