Desire to Bloom

we desire to bloom
you restrict,
you forget our nature.
you think us elve's
you treat us pygmy adults;
we laden with heavy dresses,
we play with gadgets
we live in a strange world
Where our innate shrinks.
we prison in notebooks.
our cheerful face turns gloomy,
please hold back your  yardsticks,
we have wings to fly
To reach the moon.