My shoulders hurt

Sometimes I get aches in my neck.
I'm told it's because of stress.
I believe, however, that my ancestors used to have wings-
That they once lived in complete aviary freedom until settlers brought airlines and motorized vehicles, rendering their inborn traits inethical.
A few began walking amongst the wingless, being given stares only convicts would understand, like they were guilty of foreign crimes the people couldn't fathom. A desire arose in their chest that spread to their heart, and then their bodies, until one day a man awoke from a nightmare, no longer graced with the ability of flight; He had ripped off his wings in the midst of the night. The curse spread to the young woman he used to go to school with down the street, who passed it to her father, who passed it to the baker, all of whom slowly and painfully dreamed their feathers away.
The man had created a landlocked disease.
I believe this is the reason my shoulders hurt when I feel lonely.
That those same glances of the judgemental and close-minded haunt me to the point my body revolts and attempts to regrow what once allowed me to see the sun first.