The Life Once Lived By All

So much has changed, especially in you.  The way you walk, the way you think, and they way you are viewed by the world.  Your eyes are much brighter and your smile shins brilliantly.  The past you had took it's last breath on that summer day, and dared to show it's face.  It could almost be considered murder, but viewed as glorious defeat in the eyes of the higher.  

If this is all so, then why is it that the face of the witch masks the beauty of the coming queen?  Why can't we take in the fresh air and live the way we should?  Misunderstanding?  Discontent?  Dishonesty?  Or is it that the more you grow, the less control you have over your life?  Or is it that you can't live your own life, you have to fit in the mold that the world made for you?

Either way, I am here, I am Giant.