Weapons Of War

I'd like to be able to stand on my own two feet

I hope that soon, sometime, someday,
You realize I am not a doll,
It's time things began going my way,
For too long you've had control,

You said I could be my own person,
Set me up tall and strong,
But then, there was a sudden change,
And you became what I depended on,

Implicitly, I was to be what you wanted of me,
But my heart has had a turn, you see,
I'm going to be the girl I want to be,
Not the creation of others around me,

I'll take my weapons of war in hand,
My head, my heart, my words,
And to the fray of a marching band,
I will become my own girl.

Author's Note

Hello!
Does this poem make sense? I write things down so quick I can never be sure... XD
Thanks! ^^